The resturant is packed, so the three of them have to wait thirty minutes to get a seat. Ernesto looks around. He still can't believe he agreed to let Imelda sing with him and Héctor. He's been agreeing to a lot of things lately, he realizes.

He pulls at the neck of his suit. Because of how full the place is, the temperature is higher than outside. The air is humid and it makes Ernesto feel thickheaded. Sweat beads at the edge of his forehead and on his neck.He frowns and nudges Imelda pointedly.

"I thought you said we were going to be celebrating," he hisses, pulling on his suit again.

Imelda rolls her eyes. "Will you calm down? We'll get a spot soon enough."

Ernesto scoff and pushes her forward a little. "How's that for a celebration?"

Imelda growls and shoves him backwards. He stumbles but doesn't fall.

Ernesto looks past her and sees Héctor giving them a exasperated, almost warning look. Ernesto rolls his eyes again.

Héctor had made Ernesto and Imelda promise to try and get along. "Just until we're done hanging out," he'd said. Imelda agreed.

Ernesto wanted to kill his best amigo right then.

Looking at Héctor now, Ernesto notices that he does stand closer to Imelda than to him. It takes all of Ernesto's willpower to restrain himself from punching Héctor on the back of his head.

Finally, the three of them get seated. Took long enough, Ernesto thinks darkly as he grabs one of the chairs.

Héctor sits down and smiles. "Still can't believe the performance went that well," he says.

Ernesto nods. "The melody of the song was... nice." He points at Héctor. "But the lyrics, mi amigo. I think that's what really amused them."

Imelda laughs. "Sí. Like I said, you have quite an immagination."

Héctor grins wider and blushes.

Ernesto watches the two, not able to take his eyes off of them. They really love each other, he thinks, and it makes him angry for reasons he can't quite figure out.

At one point, someone asks them what they would like to drink. Ernesto shakes his head. "No gracias. I'm good."

Héctor orders a small glass of tequilla. Imelda orders the same thing.

Héctor stares at Ernesto. "Why the long face, Superhero?"

Ernesto looks away. "I'm fine."

Imelda grins. "Someone's unhappy. What? You don't like this place? Héctor told me it's one of your favorites."

Ernesto shoots Héctor a penetrating gaze. Héctor's face turns red.

Ernesto turns back to Imelda and runs a hand through his hair. "It is. And I'm not unhappy. This is just my look."

Their drinks arrive. Héctor takes a sip of his and regards Ernesto again. "Trust me. Imelda will make all of our shows amazing."

Ernesto frowns. "You don't think we're good enough by ourselves."

Héctor holds up his hands. "Like I said. Wouldn't hurt to try."

Imelda nods and takes a long swig. "He's right," she says when she's finished.

Ernesto huffs. "I'll be the judge of that."

"Lighten up, 'Nesto," Héctor cuts in, reaching across the table to nudge him lightly. "We're supposed to be having fun."

Ernesto pushes Héctor's hand away and looks around the resturant. He widens his eyes when he sees his other amigos crowded around another table across from him.

Imelda follows his gaze. "You don't need my permission," she says sarcastically.

Héctor rolls his eyes. "Can you please stay here?" he asks Ernesto. "You can be with them another day."

Ernesto stares at him before nodding slowly. "Fine. I guess."

Imelda smirks. "Go ahead. We'll be right here."

Both of them give her a look.

Imelda sighs. "Okay. He can stay here."

For the rest of the time, the three of them talk and laugh together. Ernesto hates to admit it, but the more they talk, the more he, no matter how much he hates it, likes having Imelda around. Héctor keeps them both down to earth by occasionally reminding them the promise they made.

"After we leave," he says with a giggle, "you can fight 'till you destroy each other. But for now..." He closes his eyes and throws up his hands in optimism. "We are having fun together!"

People gape at them, Ernesto notices. An occasional glare or startled look is thrown their way. When Héctor laughs, the whole place seems to come to a halt. But for once, no one dares darken the group's mood. Ernesto becomes more and more relaxed with every minute.

Which never happens when Imelda is around.

After they leave, Ernesto is in a daze. Héctor pokes him playfully.

"So?" he asks.

Ernesto looks at him. "What?"

Héctor jabs him again. "You ready to admit it?"

"What? That I don't really know what to feel right now?"

"No." Another jab.

Ernesto sighs. "What is it, Héctor?"

Héctor grins devilishly. "You actually like having Imelda around sometimes."

Ernesto glowers at him and groans. "This is a one-time-thing, okay, amigo?"

Héctor grins wider. "But do you?"

Ernesto sighs and nods.

Héctor laughs. "I knew it!" His yell echoes in the air, as does his laughing that follows.

Ernesto's neck heats up. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Oh yes it is." Héctor wraps an arm around him. "Now I know how to get you guys to get along."