Coconut Grove I'm more into whiskey myself

tristan had watched the scene unfold from a distance, ears perked as he glanced down at that hot sand that he had become wildly used to by now. he was a little bothered by the fact that there was just somewhere here... but whatever, their borders weren't that strong, and their numbers weren't that many. 

he padded over, hearing the tail end of her comment -- it gave him a little burst of pride despite his previous agitation. well then welcome to magaritaville, he chirped as he approached, standing a short ways off. his tail waved as he looked upon the stranger, noting appearance because he was a douche.