[Charlie has lived long enough and dealt with enough personalities to know that nonsense is inevitable. The handshake he offers is a promise of success despite whatever arises, not commitment to the fool's errand of preventing stupidity.]

Yeah? You'll take me there? [He teases as he stands, recalling the man's self-proclaimed terrible sense of direction. Walks on the beach are a nice way to end the night - Charlie isn't truly worried about getting lost.

After a quick wave to the fish-headed bartender, the pair departs the bar.

Lifeguards approaching before they even see the cabin isn't surprising. Charlie looks to the duo with arms raised and palms bared. A non-threatening gesture that doesn't match the way his smile twists.] Nice night, right? You've been working hard, take a break.

[There's a shift in energy, next, that those sensitive to the supernatural will feel. It's subtle, lacing Charlie's words as his eyes stare unblinking at the front-most pigeon.] Go take a swim for eh.. about an hour. [He looks to the other.] You too, go swim with your friend until he's done.

[The avian creatures obey, turning abruptly away to approach the sea without enthusiasm. They submerge themselves, beginning to paddle around aimlessly.

Charlie looks to his companion, nonplussed, and resumes walking.] You know, it occurs to me we never did any introductions. Charlie DiVincenzo.