DROP THIRTY-SIX
To say that he looked out of place would be an understatement. Next to rows and rows of Porsches and Ferraris, he parked his dingy truck. It was brown.
The Laimargia restaurant was so fancy, it completely redefined the meaning.
They gave him a suit jacket to wear. It was mandatory. He felt a bit silly, he should have thought this through. The who’s-who of Athens dined in there.
And that’s where he’d meet Mamacita.
He spotted her on a table, along with Hondros of course, who was wrestling with a lobster and winning apparently, so he ate him. Another man, practically eating out of her hand, had eyes only for her. He was younger, handsome, well-dressed. Hector assumed that she wouldn’t really mind seducing him.
He sat on the bar and ordered a drink. Which he nearly choke
