Kenn hands the man a galifar.
"I'll probably wind up getting another tonight."
He nods to Khuter and Kuthar, then wanders over to the table by the window where he can get a good light for his absinthe.
The spoon, the sugar, the water, the louche...all these things calm him and restore him.
(Kenn takes a 20 on his concentration check to regain his psionic focus.)
He sniffs the absinthe appreciatively.
(It had darn better be good absinthe free of drugs, or somebody's going to be in big trouble.)
He sips the absinthe slowly, leaning back in his char to look idly out the window, where he hopes to be further cheered by the sight of a boat drifting off into the sunset.
He waits for Khuter and Kuthar to join him so they can make some quiet plans.