[NOPE TOO LATE he already caught on. His eyes had gone straight to the tattoo (because tattoos on the chest are the best, man) and now Barty is cowering with his hands clenched in his generous crest of floofy hair going oh shit oh shit oh shit]

Marco the Phoenix, fuck! I didn't think he'd be here too. Ahhhahahaha no offense, man, really. I'm all turned around, I swear I didn't...

[but...he did say something about a drink. Bartolomeo chances a look up and then takes a step to follow]

...eh? A drink?