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Ser Helio-Horus flinches for a moment when he gets a look at Jimmy's face, but says nothing.

If you're downing more than half of that thing, go ahead and make a Con save.

 Not all at once, but Jimmy isn’t precisely holding back either.

Con save 7 

The dwarf mutters something at Fezzik before returning to the game, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small gem, which he lays on the table. As he reaches down, however, Fezzik spots a strange looking pistol at his hip, half concealed beneath his jacket. A few moments later, the woman in the red dress is pocketing the gem and the dwarf is cursing his luck.

Fezzik jostles some drinks, but manages to save them in the nick of time. The owners of said drinks glare at him.

"Children? Well, damn. You oughta be more polite than that when talking to the chief data executive and vice president of the Galactic Bank! Meet Kennie and Kiri Flopwig."

Kennie gives an anxious wave, while all Kiri offers is an appraising look.

(Make an insight check if you want to judge their relationship.)

Maker observes its coworkers. Noting that the two are interrogating a group of halflings and the other is apparently engaging in a social interaction of a non-work nature. Given that the two his recon drone was following appear to be focused on the small humanoids Maker wordlessly commands the drone to resume its patrolling of the other booths.

The drink tastes tart, and alcoholic. Very alcoholic, actually. Maybe a bit too alcoholic. Jimmy, you are now poisoned.

After Jimmy downs the drink, however, Helio-Horus seems a lot less curt and a bit more friendly.

Jimmy starts cramping up a bit, and feeling hot, maybe even a bit dizzy.

“By all that’s right in the ‘verse, what did I just drink?” 

Th n without missing a beat, he turns back to the woman in the red dress. With his helmet off, she can see he’s missing quite a bit of hair on his head, and his face gives the appearance of a patchwork doll for all its asymmetry. His jaw is uneven, and protrudes. One eye is offset and slightly larger. Both eyes are covered by heavy lids that give him the appearance of squinting.

”So... where were we?” He tries to pretend like nothing is bothering him as he talks to the woman 

(I am up all night, so don’t stay up on my account)

If Isokratos had eyebrows, he would have raised them at this. "The Professor HAS hit the big time it seems, drawing out an VP of Galactic Bank. Color me impressed." Isokratos looks as unimpressed as a Nautilid in an Aqua suit can.

He turns his attention to Kiri, ignoring her nervous sibling. "So what do you two do as part of your double act? Don't tell me...you're the muscle and he's the pretty face?" He meets her appraising gaze evenly, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, trying to gauge her reaction.

Insight: 5

(I assume you're talking about the elf, the woman in the red dress is at the gaming table with the dwarf, the elf is dressed in a wacky, hot pink dress and a mohawk.)

If she is at all unnerved or surprised at Jimmy's features, the elf gives no sign of it.

"We have not moved from the bar. We are currently exactly where we were."

Horus-Lux sees no one else at the bar, though he spots a Nautiloid lurking by the window to the left of the bar, staring out into space.

Kiri does not seem to be taking Isokratos' jests as well as Mr. Killagob, judging by her piercing glare and frown.

"I'd watch how you talk, domehead."

As he inspects them, Isokratos realizes that both Flopwig twins appear to be frightened of Mr. Killagob, Kennie much more than Kiri.

(Sorry, Maker, missed you :P)

Maker's drone observes that the booths are largely empty, besides the one occupied by the halflings and the one occupied by the Professor and his assistants.

As you approach, it’s easy to see that the hulking, fish-like nautilid looking out through the star window appears distracted. She wears an imposing metal suit that is reminiscent of ancient diving gear filled with a lightly glowing blue liquid. Her suit is well worn and her leather boots have thinning soles. As you observe her, she reaches up a hand to slowly wipe at a large stain on the dirty window, but manages to do little more than further smudge the grease into the fiberglass. She turns to Horus-Lux and sighs, her voice coming out with a crackle through her universal translator.

"I'm a nautilid, friend. I'm always looking for something."

Even through the medium of the translator, her voice has a sad quality to it.

"Captain Lysandra. And you are...?"

Isokratos nods, the massive metal helmet bobbing. "Ah, so you're customer service. I think I've spoken to you before." He turns to Kennie, and says, much more gently. "How about you, pal? Did you find whatever you lost?" He tries to position himself between Kennie and Mr. Killagob, so the younger halfling could not see the nattily dressed one.

Kennie is about to speak when Kiri gives a short nod, scowling harshly, and Tiberius Vinter approaches.

“Thank you for your time. The Flopwigs would appreciate some privacy before the presentation begins.”

Isokratos looks at Kiri and gives her an appreciative nod. "Fair enough." He stands and looks at Vinter, studying the big half-orc carefully. "Do they pay you extra to be so polite when you're throwing people out?" He asks, and then turns quickly around and touches his helmet with his first two fingers and then casually gives them another little salute. "Thanks for the conversation Killabog. I'll be seeing you around, Miss Flopwig."

With that, he heads over to where the professor is, grabbing the first assistant he sees. "Is the old boy ready? I just chatted with some halflings who are hot to trot to see this thing in action."

"Er, just a few more minutes, he's running through his notes now."

Isokratos shrugs and moves back to his booth. It was the funniest thing but he couldn't for the life of him remember exactly what the sinister little halfling said his role was in all of this. He looks around the table for something to drink, but seeing only Horus's cup of tea, the Nautilid sighs unhappily, focusing his gaze once again on Killabog. The man was unsettling, and if he made the bigwigs at the Galactic Bank uneasy, he was worth watching...

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(I assume you're talking about the elf, the woman in the red dress is at the gaming table with the dwarf, the elf is dressed in a wacky, hot pink dress and a mohawk.)

If she is at all unnerved or surprised at Jimmy's features, the elf gives no sign of it.

"We have not moved from the bar. We are currently exactly where we were."

 (Yes, whoops)

“I suppose we are... but what are the odds we’d both be here at the same time?”