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Kerry finished laying out the last of a set of six cocktail shakers in a line on the bar in front of him. "Half a dozen martinis coming right up." The gel wolf grabbed a bottle of gin and casually upended it so that the spout gushed in measured amounts. He smoothly moved it down the line, one glug of spirit splashing into each, held at the end of the line for an extra splash and then reversed his direction. Repeating this action twice more, he finished by tossing the bottle over his head.

Several patrons gasped as they watched the glass bottle soar, only to be snagged by the lupine's amber tail. The caudal appendage casually placed the bottle back where he'd grabbed it from, while he reached out for the bottle of vermouth. "Just a splash alright for you boys?"

"Dry for me." Called out a corgi sitting at the bar, third from the left of the congregation around the show.

Kerry nodded, repeating his previous motion in one pass across the metal tumblers, only rapidly skipping the third between the heavy releases out the bottle's nozzle, only a few drops falling into the indicated container. The end of the motion fluidly twisted into a horizontal toss over his shoulder, which also ended in his translucent tail grasping the bottle before it could strike anything. The wolf grabbed a scoop full of ice from under the bar and deftly dropped a handful into each while his other hand retrieved a single cap.

"I've seen this one before." A coyote standing behind the sextet of martini-consumers said loudly.

The amorphous wolf chuckled, popping the cap onto the one at the front of the line and then stacking each in a row. "I can assure you, you haven't seen this trick." He picked up the stack, holding them all together, turned it horizontal, and then raised the bottommost shaker to his mouth. He opened his glossy jaws wide and in a single movement shoved the whole thing down his throat with a low gulorp. Being a gel fur, the audience could see the whole stack inside his body, shaking as one solid unit up and down with a muffled slosh of ice and liquid. "Now, while I shake these, I can take another couple simple orders."

A gazelle held out a bill. "Shot of tequila!"

Kerry grabbed the bill as his other hand reached back to grasp the appropriate bottle without looking. He plopped a shot glass onto the bar near the unguligrade and filled it in a single motion without spilling. "Next?"

A low moan interrupted the crowd, resonating loud enough to buzz the stools. Across the crowded bar, a certain server was having an especially good time with a customer.

Kerry put the bottle down and casually put a thumb over his shoulder at a pair of tanks up against the mirror. As the patrons looked, a heavy, white liquid filled it up through unseen means. "Special cocktails are on the menu again, boys."

"Two scotch and sodas." A seemingly unaffected chameleon stated bluntly in the lull while the rest were torn between turning to see the action and watching the tank fill.

The gel wolf grasped a bottle of scotch and raised two glass tumblers onto the bar, a finger inside each. Before anyone could object he stuffed the whole neck of the bottle into his muzzle, before grasping for the seltzer hose. He jammed the nozzle into his shoulder and squeezed. Before everyone's eyes he began to chug the scotch. The dark colored spirit avoided the still shaking martinis and met up with the gushing soda at the top of his arm. The two mixed together as they passed down through the length of his arm, before splitting again, the tip of each finger suddenly gushing just the right amount into the glasses.

Kerry disengaged the hose and spat out the bottle, high for his tail to catch, before sliding the drinks to the flabbergasted reptile. "I believe two fingers is enough." He pulled his hand away and snapped his once again seemingly solid fingers.

"Are the martinis done?" The corgi from before asked timidly.

The wolf chuckled, and with brusque efficiency lined up six martini glasses, then plopped an olive into each. He looked about to speak, when he suddenly doubled forward, as though in pain. However, his tail pressed to his back, fusing in. From the center of the appendage grew another wolf's head, with an expression of straining with effort.

Suddenly, the second Kerry burst backwards, holding the stack of shakers in his hands, as the original splattered downward. Keen eyes saw the former head melt in and easily meld into his legs as this display only resulted in a Kerry with his apron only covering his lap rather than the center of his chest and belly. The reformed lupine gave the cynical coyote a smirk, before continuing.

The wolf held aloft the shakers, then flicked them so that each twisted to have the 'top' side of the metal touching the previous' cup while there was an opening on the 'underside'. His pinky lightly popped open the cap at the front and each shaker poured cleanly into one of the previously set up glasses. Once they were full, he placed the stack down in the sink and grinned as the six took their drinks. "So, what next?"