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The front door opens, and a conversation drifts inside.

"Some more tuna?"

"No, no thank you."

"How about salmon? I've got plenty of that."

"Mmm, no, that is alright."

"I think Manning might have some caviar somewhere. I can turn his office upside down if you'd like some of that."

"No thank you, amigo, I am completely stuffed."

"Oh. Okay."

"But... I could use a drink."

"Yeah? Well, let's go then."

Enter two patrons; one, a big tall red guy (sans-trenchcoat for once), and sitting on his shoulder, an orange cat in boots, hat and cape.

The pair head straight for the bar. Red takes a seat at the counter, and Puss gives a cheerful greeting to Bar, happy that she made it through the chaos okay.

"Beer."

"Leche, por favor."

[ooc: Well, I reckon it had to happen. Two pups, one mun, tag one or both.]

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Somehow he manages to look like he's fluffing up feathers - that aren't really there though there's a sort of air about him - and making himself look bigger.

Puss retaliates by puffing out his fur, and making ominous growly noises.

And Brenton bursts into flame and is now a bird. He spreads his wings and hisses more.

Puss's eyes widen and he leaps back, drawing his sword.

"Ah-HA!"

Panicking at the sight of the sword, fire flares around him and onto the weapon, heating it up rapidly.

Puss lets out a 'MREOW! and drops the hot blade.

Searching about quick, he grabs a nearby glass and flings its contents at the bird.

Oh that's even worse! He flies up above the cat, dodging the contents of the glass just barely. Swooping around he screams at it.

Puss hisses again, then scampers down the bar, looking for a way to defeat this vile bird.

EVIL VILE CAT!!!

FILTHY BIRD!

Dashing down the counter Puss suddenly leaps to the side, snagging a soda water dispenser and turning with it to fire a fizzy blast into the air at the wicked bird.

WARGHPBLUAGHGHG>..

The phoenix falls flat against the floor, completely soaked.

"Ha-HA!"

Feeling triumphant, Puss saunters back to retrieve his sword.

"And that, Pollo Loco, is what you get for messing with Puss in Boots."

Except that the phoenix has shifted back into a human shape and grabbed the sword first.

He's still sputtering and spitting out soda water while sitting on the floor, but he's got the sword.

The shift back surprises Puss, and so does the snatching of his sword.

"Hey! Dat is my sword!"

"It's a nice sword," he says.

He stands up and gives the sword a couple of flourishes. For a bird he's got a good stance.

Puss's eyes narrow, and his tail sways back and forth as he watches the bird with his sword.

"Yes. It is."

There's one step stab turn spin flick. He's really quite graceful as he moves.

There's a low warning growl, and in the blink of an eye the cat is airborne.

Leaving boots and hat behind, Puss leaps with a terrible cat shriek, his claws out and aimed to latch on.

And Brenton spins out of the way. If you're as old as he is you learn a few tricks.

Puss lands, and makes a nimble turn to face the bird again.

"I warn you now, give me back my blade."

Brenton bows to the cat and flips the blade around proffering the handle to him.

Surprised by the action, Puss blinks, then reaches out to take his sword.

"Eh... thank you."

Puss then returns the bow, and sheathes the sword.

"You're welcome."

He shakes himself off and then glows briefly in a brilliant halo of heat to dry off.

Puss returns to the counter to put his footwear and hat back on, watching the stranger.

"I am sorry for getting you wet." And he mostly means it. Even if the bird started the whole thing.

"I'm sorry for hissing at you." He mostly means it.

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