The Italian: "ASSANOVA!"
The Italian: "We just got like six shots each out of those guys!"
Like I said, suckers. My boy sees me, hits me with three V.I.P. passes. That's what's up. I go off to talk to more friends. The Italian finds me again...
The Italian: "You're THAT guy."
Me: "That guy? You mean the one who creeps people out? Fuck off!"
The Italian: "No, no, not like that! I mean the cool guy, the one everyone knows."
Me: "Haha, OKAY!"