<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/55/83/d8/5583d8287dc20d30cf2e8c3b4d048177.jpg)</div>The burly cantina crawler put up one hand (that more or less covered the Mirilian's entire face), and gave her a shove. "Get away, girlie," he rumbled. "You lose. You pay now. Or else."<br/><br/>Fortunately, Shae was loose enough from all her little sips that she just sort of fluttered back from the push, catching herself on the edge of a table, and managing to stay on her feet.  Eyes narrowing a bit, she glanced around at the crowd. "Come on guys," she almost whined. "'Strue. Never said the<strong> shot </strong>had to take out the bottle. Just one bottle had to be down after every shot. Am I right?"  Some growls and murmurs rose from the onlookers, some in support of her claim, others- the losers, surely- denying it.  Making a face, the Mirialan stood up straight and tall (relatively), and, insanely, got back in the Houk's face.  Or...chest, given their relative size.<br/><br/>"You no-good pieca space trash," she shouted, poking the broad chest with a narrow finger with every word. "Tryin' to cheat an honest gambler?"<br/><br/>"Honest?" Another shove sent her sprawling, this time, as the Houk barked in an angry laugh. "If you honest, you pay debt! If not..." One meaty hand moved, ever so slightly, towards his belt...<br/><br/>...which was exactly enough. The next two shots, made from the floor, were decidedly<strong>not</strong>non-lethal. And, coming almost simultaneously, neither missed, either.<br/><br/>Standing over the corpse (which now had two new holes in its face), Shae cautiously fished around in the guy's pouch. "Awwww, kriff me. He was short, too. Never had any inentiona payin'."  A few trade coins went in her own pouch, then she faced the suddenly-silent onlookers with forced dignity. "You all saw it. He was goin' for his gun. He was gonna shoot first!"  Whether anyone agreed or not, none of them were prepared, right then, to argue the point with the gunslinger who suddenly appeared much less comical than she had a few minutes ago.<br/><br/>Shae picked her way through the group, guns politely holstered, but dangerously close to hand. No one tried to stop her. Thanks to her state of inebriation, however, she found herself in the back of the dive, rather than outside in the street. An easy mistake to make- both were dark, and stank.  Peering at the holosign that she'd come almost face to face with, she grunted under her breath, squinted at the three around the table, grunted again, and leaned at an alarming angle against the wall. "So. You're hirin'?  Good. Hate this place."