Coconut Grove know i run the streets, boy

she rolled out from beneath him, leaving tristan to stand in the sand a little ways off and look at her with wild arrogance, tongue swiping over his chops a few times. she spoke of something about payback, but he was mildly distracted, flicking his ears and eyeing her with a few waves of his tail -- clearly high on his victory. 

sure, sure, he purled, tail still waving as she returned his smug look. what was she gonna do? poison his food? poop in the ocean? tristan was confident she didn't have a leg up on him. but he was also a dumb fuck. his tongue lolled, and he gave a half growl as he began to pad towards her again, this time less menacing and more casual friendliness, reaching to headbutt her but mostly strolling by. i'm goin swimmin, he announced as he went by.