Josiah had just sat down at the table and looked at his cards when the dispute began. [i][color=green]Goddamn rebels startin' a fight, and just when me hand was perfect...[/color][/i] He threw his hand down on the table, one card flipping over to reveal an Ace of Spades, and setting a hand on his revolver, angling it in its open-end holster to point at the armed and anrgy woman. Not getting up from his seat, he looked at the woman sternly and said [color=green]"Now ma'am, I'd rather not hafta shoot a lady, but if ye're gunna threaten a man just mindin' his own business, tryin' ta play a hand o' cards, then I'm gunna hafta do sumthin' about that.[/color] With his other hand, he would grab a random drink from the poker table, taking a deep swig, and tossing a handful of cent coins at the man whose drink it was in compensation. [color=green]"So now that I've had me a drink, hows about you put tha gun down nicely, go back to tha bar, and we'll all get back ta what we was doin'?"[/color]

[@Vas Khaleen]