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Nicky ~100% non-morphic Cerberus~

Nicky padded slowly down the beach, the fine, cool sand feeling good against his large paws. Every once in a while, the monstrous beast from mythology and legend...would add a little skip to its step as the head to the right of Nicky...the one he affectionately called Curly, tried the impossible task of breaking off from his two brothers and go leaping and frolicking along the beach.

A quick snap from Nicky stopped this. Curly,dejected, layed his ears back and sniffed idly at the sand. A soft growl eminated from Moe...the left head...eager to be off and get where they were going, although he had no idea where that was. Nicky just kept with his leisurely pace though, aiming for the beach bar...where he was going to find out if he could still handle his alcohol.

He padded inside, a low growl escaping Moe once again while a happy yip came from Curly. Nicky just quirked a canine brow at James when he saw the bar was occupied. The three heads stared down James, one happy, one rather...angry, and one was Nicky. His crocodile-like tail swayed from side to side.

Nicky glances up at James again with that unreadable look. The other two heads were stretching forward trying to sniff him. He nipped at Curly, if only through force of habit before looking back to James.

With a deep rumbling voice, he muttered out: "Bourbon..."

Curly whines and Moe licks his chops at the thought.

[Marty - Thorny Devil - 100%]

"Shzam!" said Marty, sudennly poping out from behind the bar. As always, his entrances needed to be sudden and startling, otherwise it just wouldn't be as much fun. After nodding in aknowledgement to the 4 others, he spun around and began to prepare himself a beverage.

"If you like pinta colads," he sang while mixing, "Ba dada dee bad dum."

Not that what he was making was a pinta colada mind you. Marty, being the eccentric that he is, decided it was best not to read the ingredients list and just wing it. His drinks were a crazy combo of almost anything he could get his hands on behind the bar, shaken, not stired, and then dumped into the smoothy machine, contaminating the whole batch. A single machine full could easily knock the hardiest islander out, a fun fact Marty discovered the first time he made his concotion.

After pouring himself a martini glass full, he made his way around to the other side of the bar, dunked a cherry in his drink and proceded to suck it up through a bendy straw while spinning on his chair.

"Boom!"

"Quite possibly." said Marty as he stopped spinning. He paused for a second to crack his joints. "You cna never tell with me. After all, I'm eccentric. Don't that r0x0rs? Hells ya it does!"

He turned around to face Nicky, Moe and Curly.

"Evening gents." He asid while putting on a false British accent and making a jesture as though he was tipping his hat before going back to his drink.

James resisted the urge to punch the new guy only because he would hurt his hand worse that it already was. He turned to ignore the new man.

"You might as well take the bottle. Just incase." He looked at the two other heads that didn't seem to like the taste all that much. Well it wasn't his problem any way. He took another swig of his beer and looked at the camera that was watching them.

James set it on the ground near him. He dug it slowly into the ground so that it wouldn't tip. To took the last swig of his beer and set it on the bar. "I'm James. And you are?"

"Nice to meet you Nicky." he pulled out another bottle of burbon. "Just in case." He looked at Curly and blew into his face with his horrible beer breath. Maybe the dog would catch the hint. He hadn't liked any animals sense his first change and he could tell that Nicky was the only real head the other two were animals pure and simple. "I've heard your name before. But I don't remember where. Should I have?"