Something had Irene's water boiling inside of her. Guinevera couldn't quite put her finger on the matter, but deduced it was either one of two possible reasons. Either one of the men she kicked out struck a deeper nerve than expected or that she was just stressed out from working the bar all day with no customers to aid in her release. Miss Starr favored the former as Irene parted from her and ran upstairs, only to come down in some proper attire minutes later. She did not even have a corset on, which meant she wasn't going to stay very long.<br/><br/>Guinevera took Irene's place at the bar, doing as much as she can to both entertain the evening guests and wonder what trip Irene was taking at such a late hour. She shot a concerned glanced towards the Marshal sitting at one of the poker tables. The glance simply would tell him that Irene was going to do some to release her pent up fury and that Guinevera was concerned for her safety. The next second a guest had ordered another shot of scotch, stealing her attention from the Marshal.