Hector sat on a bar stool in The Raven, sipping on a pint of Guinness. He had a bit of an argument with the bartender, but after a heavy tip, his Guinness pints were no longer poisoned with Everclear. He is one of those few people who actually enjoys the taste of his drinks. The buzz that comes from too many, or nastiness like Everclear, is like the icing on cake. Too much kills the fun.
His biker leathers were stowed on his Honda Shadow out front. His black t-shirt read, "May your roads be safe, because your bars ain't."