Hector - Gravy

Hector won for the fourth time this week, you don't think anything can stop him at this point. After he won he was like an excited puppy asking you if he did good, even though there was blood dripping from his open lip, the other guy looked worst. When he got freshened up it seemed like he was in a rush to leave, you found out after he drove off and into a different parking lot why he was so in a rush, cause blood rushed south in his body...

After you lost a different kind of match to Hector he let you stay in the backseat while he drove somewhere, you didn't know where until he parked and helped you out, to your favorite restaurant. Even though it was his victory and you told him before the match you would take him anywhere he wanted if he won, he would say it was his favorite place too, though you know that was a lie but just let him be.

You sat across from Hector watching him scarf down the fifth plate in thirty minutes, the man having an appetite that didn't seem to end, until he either had to go off to the bathroom or his stomach started to hurt. He finished and chugged down a glass of water before asking the waiter for another plate of food.