Turning at the sound of Sal's voice, Tommy laughed and returned the gesture as Sal ambushed him with a friendly European greeting. Kissing each of his cheeks in return, he finished with a hug, lifting the smaller man clean off his feet with a groan before setting him down and slapping his shoulder good-naturedly.

"Salvatore motherfuckin' Vieri, you got a set of balls showing your face around here after so long without a fuckin' phone call." Tommy laughed, looping an arm around Sal's neck to drag him up to the bar. Taking a stool for himself, he signaled Chet for a beer for him and a fresh one of whatever Sal was having in the non-alcoholic department for the night.

"Start at the beginning, and don't stop 'till you get up to now: I wanna hear what the fuck you got goin' on." he grinned. "Don't let me start, else I'll just talk about May all goddamn night."