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[cat_wth_panache]

The front door opens and in walks a dashing fellow. Sword hanging proudly on his hip, panache bouncing brightly on his hat. And just look at him and his wee little boots.

Smiling when he see's where he's at Puss walks up to the bar, climbs up onto a stool and orders a glass of milk.

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[not_british]

Chase is still sipping his coffee, still just observing the bar's patrons in silence, when...

Whoa.

He does a double-take. Is that a cat...wearing...boots?

Needless to say, there is some staring.

[cat_wth_panache]

Puss drains half his glass then sets it down and wipes his mouth. He gets the odd feeling that he's being watched so he looks around, stopping when he see's who is staring at him.

"Is there something I can do for you?" He asks, eyes narrowing slightly in that mysterious, cat assassin type way.

[not_british]

Chase makes a 'oh-crap-he-saw-me' look and shakes his head.

"No, no I'm fine, thanks," he says. He's actually a little surprised that the cat just talked to him.

[cat_wth_panache]

And Puss can't help it, it's the swordscat hitman in him that see's the shock and wants to press it. Turning on the stool to look at the man more directly and also display his sword more prominently he asks with the same voice he'd use in the back room at the Poison Apple, "Are you sure?"