Jack and Face move through the dense crowd. More than once, someone spills a drink on them or almost does. The fellows have zero chance of escaping this place without smelling at least a little bit like forbidden alcohol.
They make their way across the room and to George Martin. The actor, quite inebriated at this point, is flanked by two lovely ladies dressed as flappers (or at least, partially dressed). Behind Martin are three men in suits. One smokes a cigar and has a knife scar down the left side of his face. One is impossibly thin and straight-faced. The third is rather portly, wearing a pinstripe suit and a black bowler. He digs a cigar out of the breast pocket of his jacket.
"Oh, ho!" Martin exclaims as he sees Jack and Face. "Gennulmen and ladiessss.... This is Jackkk..." he says, pointing at Pierson, "Annn this is the Faccccce!" he says, pointing at Jack. "I didnnn think you guyssss were gonna show. But hey! The more, the merrier!" The ladies smile, but say nothing, at Martin's exuberance.
The man with the lit cigar, standing just behind Martin and to his left, steps forward. He looks at Jack and Face, then back to George Martin. "Hadn't we best go talk about that deal, outside?" The other men shift in position as if preparing to help usher Martin out the back door.