Sivvy seemed to be ignored by the two men who had been talking about mechanized people parts.  If they were going to ignore him, then he could just reciprocate.  He waited till they were deep in conversation again and the bartender was looking the other way before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small tin case of green-and-purple pills.  He popped one of his three remaining Vindix tablets into his mouth and sighed audibly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.  The men next to him in conversation suddenly sounded like they were talking in slow motion.  It. Was. AWESOME!  

Siven stood up to his full lanky height, clapped a large, dark-skinned hand on each man's back once, and said, [color=fff200]"EYY, mahn! You take care of youself! Sivvy want you to get along!"[/color]  He sped out of the tavern at what seemed like normal speed to him, but to everyone else looked like a full-on wind sprint.  He exited the tavern at full speed and smacked facefirst into one of the giant robots who had been escorting the large official-looking group.  Falling flat on the ground unconscious, one eye remained open showing an extremely dilated pupil, one of the main side effects of a Vindix high.