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[bprd_agent_red]

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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[cat_wth_panache]

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.

[fireandashesagain]

"You're welcome."

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

[cat_wth_panache]

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.

[fireandashesagain]

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