there were some hoots and hollars from a few of the guys around the bar. And Enrico smiled politely.
"Ragazzo means boy, I am calling him 'the boy'..." he grinned a toothy grin. "And I don't care what boulevard he walk down, mammacita, I'm still going to remind him he's handsome every chance I get. Sounds like he needs a little... reminder that he is still here amongst friends. I know how it gets, you go locco when someone is missing. Si? Maybe he needs an anchor..."
He gestured with his drink as she was led away onto the dance floor.
Shrugging he nudged Vance, "you wanna get out of here, hermano? Take the Social Credit somewhere quiet and away from all this madness?" he gestured to the bartender to give him the bottle of Tequila. Which he proceeded to waggle at Vance. "si?"