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Nicky drank slowly at the beach bar by himself. Last time he was here, he had a happy ending...but the ratio of humans to humanimals made the prospects of a repeated happy ending slim to none. "Ah well..." he muttered out while sipping his bourbon and coke. It gave a pleasant burn going down, mixing not-so pleasantly with the beer he drank before. But, by this point he didn't care. According to multiple sources, he may be growing fur by noon the next day. A little upset stomach wasn't much to worry about when one thinks about it.

He gave a small sigh as he raised his head to the feel of the ocean wind...he loved that smell. It was so much nicer than the smell of the Mississippi...cleaner...refreshing.

Nicky didn't even notice the giant squirrel...multi-tailed...thing until it had waltzed into the bar area. One, he still had his human senses...and two, he was working on his second bourbon and coke. Also, add into the equation that he was almost completely wrapped up in his own thoughts...it was actually surprising he noticed her when he did. He just happened to look up and see nine extremely white, extremely fluffy tails staring him in the face. "...huh..." he said slowly, looking over the body that accompanied them. Yaknow...minus the fur...muzzle...tails...claws...weird feet...I bet she was a looker when she first got here. he thought idly, mostly the booze talking...or at least he'd like to think so.

"Three weeks old...if you go for that whole...rebirth shtick," he said, gesturing with his hands, "Personally though, I'm just new enough not to have a fur coat of my own, I think."

Nicky let out that calm smirk at the prospect of an octopus. Well...they had a dragon...Pegasus...and some weird cat...tentacle thing. Why not an octopus? Does an octopus even have a brain? He thought, trying to fight back the rising worry. "Whoop-di-do," he said with little to no passion while swirling an index finger around in the air. "Always wanted to know what it was like to vomit up ink." He sighed and drained the rest of his glass.

Slowly and deliberately, mostly in order to not spill any of the precious amber fluid, he poured himself another bourbon and coke. Maybe I should give that Jacky lady another call...if she's stuck here like the rest of us...may not be a bad idea to get to know her, he idly thought after trying to visualize what the squirrel lady in front of him must have looked like as a human. At the question, he quirked a brow and looked back up into her red eyes. "Hmm? Oh...hah! Yeah...turns out this wasn't the type of place I was expecting to spend the rest of my life at. Forgot to bring my short-shorts and speedo," he replied sarcastically.

"Can you, now?" he asked, pleasantly surprised. Wonder what else I can order... he thought, possibilities of impromptu weapons...gadgets...maybe even a way off of this rock if given the time and skill level needed. They had a lot of supplies already at the construction site...hmm. He glanced down at his bourbon and coke before taking a sip. He looked up at just the right area to see the tattoos. Well...definitely was human at some point. Tattoos under fur just doesn't make sense. The only expression of his surprise came from a slight quirking of his brow before he looked back up into the red-eyed stare of Antony.

He was suddenly off-put by the smell coming off of her. Sure, he just had a normal human sense of smell...but even they can tell some things. The distinct smell of...animal wafted toward him. He wasn't sure if it was the fur, or just the strange smell things other than humans gave off...but it truly was disconcerting coming from something talking to him. He slowly gave out a sigh in order to push out these troublesome thoughts and allowed that practiced calm to come over him. He did the best he could given his slight inebriation. "Well...," he said cautiously, eyeing her tails for a moment before looking back into her red eyes, "Let's just say...I dealt with the wrong sort of people."

Nicky gave that slight smirk once more as he listened to Antony try to reveal his life story. The smirk turned into a bona fide grin as she finished up. Who does this...thing...think she is? Telling me my goddamn life story like it's old news. But...of course...what else can I expect? Everyone here seems to hate everyone else. And if it's not hate, it's a faux kindness. No one trusts anybody...nor should they, with the type of s**t going on here. I guess I should give her credit for suspecting right off the bat. Shows she's more intelligent than some of the others. He chuckled slightly as he replied. "Just like that, eh? Goddamn, you tell it better than even I can remember it. You sure you're not psychic?" he asked, bleeding sarcasm. All in all, he wasn't really upset by her comments...the booze helped with that.

"Oh, now you're passively attacking my sexuality. That's just great. Though I suppose I should give an answer, if only to defend my libido. Pristine girls? Nah, girls I don't touch. I like a woman in my bed at night. You find one though, you let me know, alright?" he said, grinning maliciously while making a pistol out of his hand and pretending to shoot her. "But lemme ask the question right back...though a bit more direct. You a carpet muncher, then?"

Nicky kept that calm smirk on his face throughout the entire verbal assault. In all honesty, he really had only come to the beach bar to get shitfaced before staggering back to his duplex and passing out...but...he supposed he could make an exception to this oddity. At last...finally, someone who didn't put up that false mask of friendliness. No fake smile here. Also, no animalistic growling...for which he was forever thankful. Just someone who's tired of the s**t and wants to take it out on someone else. That...or she's just bored as all hell.

His smirk turned into a grin once more as she continued to insult his manhood. Overall, he didn't really care all that much. Sure, he'd known many a 'man' who would shoot anyone dead just for mentioning something like that. But not Nicky. He had learned from those. Overreacting with violence only begets a bullet in your back.

"Going after my c**k size, now, eh? Goddamn, you must really have nothing better to do...but, I know...I know...I'm irresistible. I'm sure a nine-tailed wonder like yourself can get any man she would ever want...but don't deny it. You want my body," he said, grinning full-out now. He was actually starting to enjoy himself. Once more though, it was probably because of the booze. In any other situation, he probably would not have brought up the fact that she had nine tails for fear of claws to his face...but in his current state, he felt she'd just retaliate with more words.

Nicky's grin turned into a chuckle and then a full-blown laugh as Antony did the same. He couldn't tell then if she thought he was serious or not...but either way, he sure as hell thought it was funny. It had been a long time since he had just laughed...back on the mainland, it wasn't acceptable in the position he was in. Here, it didn't seem acceptable. Until now. He finally got a hold of himself and raised his own glass to her and downed it quickly. He winced slightly, having accidentally chosen a cheap bottle of bourbon. Ah well. He eyed her cigarettes longingly. Goddamn...how long's it been since I quit? Ten years?

He gave a sigh at her next comment. His mirth draining quickly as he eyed the cigarettes again. His voice became a bit more serious. "...A mine field...heh, that's a damn good metaphor. So far the only 'guides' I've got are a bunch of disillusioned saps who try to escape from this place by building a theater. Caught up in their rivalries with each other and not able to see the bigger picture. I need that like I need a hole in the head...or antlers...or claws. Whatever."

"But...Trust me...I hear you there. Almost had this cat with tentacles claw out my throat for talking to her. Go figure." He glanced back up to her red eyes. "Can I get one of those?" he asked casually...praying it was casual enough that she would give him one.

"Heh, will do," he said with a mock salute before draining the rest of his glass in one fluid motion. In all honesty, he didn't really understand the purpose of building a theater. It's not like they had any decent playwrights on the island...and even if there was one, the crew would end up outselling any crowd they may get. He didn't even want to think of how horrid the acting would be. Untrained actors by themselves were bad enough...but untrained actors uncomfortable in their own skin? That would be absolute torture. As he thought about this though, his emerald green eyes danced with the cigarette as it twirled between Antony's fingers. "Richard...right," he mused absently before looking to her eyes as she continued on about the bad tempered cat. He let a slight grin grace his face as she mentioned her bedroom antics...legendary, eh?

His smirk somehow managed to stay on his face as she pulled back the smoke. He would get some eventually from her.

"What'll you take as fair trade, if I may ask?" he spoke with that knowing smirk.