Lily chuckled again as he stated that he had to watch himself, a smirk coming over her face for a brief moment as she tipped the bottle in her hand upwards taking a long draught of the dark liquor before setting it back down. Clearing her throat as she also glanced back catching sight of the Indian putting her on edge her left had dropping down to the corresponding pistol; a clear look of hate glazing over her eyes as she turned completely around on her stool. Dropping her conversation with Hawthorne completely as she slid off the tall seat, her boots thumping audibly against the wooden floor; walking at an above average pace towards the native and the dealers table. Her hand completely gripping the pistol grip now with the thumb already pulling the hammer backwards clicking it into place to slam down on a round and fire, stopping at the table and neglecting anyone else she stared straight at the native man spitting onto the table in-front of him. 

"Tha fuck is a heathen injun doin here?"

As she spoke to the man her left hand drew upwards, pulling the hard iron forged pistol from its home; setting it heavy handed upon the wooden table on its side the men sitting around the table clearing away rather quickly from the gesture. All eyes shifting onto the woman whom was by all societal standards far from acting as expected, and the Indian whom was also shockingly present in a white man's town; the tension radiating off her strong her eyes seething with rage teeth pressed together.

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