Throw in a bunch of ill tempered naturally violent folks, keep them armed, and then start serving them alcohol and you were sure to end up with one hell of a problem. This saloon seemed to prove that several times a day, and when the two drinkers playing cards were proving it. Clara was surprised Andy who ran this dive hadn't been killed several times over by now, of course, most folks didn't want to shoot the barman... who'd get them their liquor? She spotted the one drunk stand, point his gun at the other gentleman and fire, missing from point blank. Drinking and aiming were often mutually exclusive. That of course also meant that you never knew where the next shot was going to go...<br/><br/>Rather than continue her conversation with John or Sara, Clara took the better part of valor and slipped from her seat to the floor, sheltering herself just beneath the table, swearing silently under her breath. With someone being shot this frequently, how in the hell was anyone going to get any business done?