"Then you're not Italian yet," he goads in the language that they're both familiar with. Snagging two napkins from the bar, he begins the strange ritual of lighting the clear fluid on fire, then proceeding to stifle the flames by covering one glass with the other. Carefully, the glass on top is removed, a napkin placed underneath it as if meant to contain something.

The drink is shot normally, and he's happy to put it away quick, eager to get to the next part.

"Then you suck up the fumes."

And, in a hearty display, he slips the straw under the glass and does just that. Judging by his face and the sniffs and coughs that come after, it's more than a little burn but there's something quite intoxicating about it.