"Now don't lump me in this group of reprobates and half-naked whores," Apryl yelled, looking towards<strong>Meytir</strong>, "Compared to these folks I'm as clean as the driven snow, including this so called preacher. This is certainly no family of mine!"<br/><br/>With that she gave Meytir a rather quick raspberry, meaning she stuck out her tongue, pressed her lips tightly against it, and blew. Of all the people she had seen and observed here, she liked him the most. Maybe it was because he had seemed to cause the least trouble and was actually cleaning up after everyone. She respected that. Honestly, if she had known this was become so complicated she wouldn't have stopped here for a simple game of cards, she had honestly been on dangerous jobs that were less complicated then what was going on in this Saloon at the moment. The only person she actually really knew by name was the Magnificent Whore, a name which made her want to vomit a little bit every time she thought about it. She only knew the real deal because he was famous, and then she didn't really know his name. Everybody else here she knew by character associations. The drifter in the black duster, Marylin, the mother of the drifter in the black duster, Joanne, the preacher, Jacob, the loser she stole the gun from, ......., and real deal, Zeig.<br/><br/>So from what she put together, Zeig had stolen something fairly valuable from Joanne, who turned out to be Marylin's mother. So Zeig was not only in hot water water with Marylin, but with Marylin's momma dearest. The Magnificent Whore seemed more than happy to get in the middle of this so she could smother the real deal in her saggy seconds. The preacher had come in out of nowhere and decided to interfere even though he knew nothing. And the twins, they just wanted to tempt the preacher. Meanwhile, the loser was still waiting for a chance to shoot her head off for stealing his gold gun. And she was still here, WHY?<br/><br/>Apryl sat herself on the edge of a table, looking over her guns as the preacher spoke. Honestly, he was boring her silly now, so she left him drone on, as any point she made would be lost in the drone of unrelated<br/>biblical knowledge this man seemed to be an encyclopedia of. The gold gun actually looked to be decently solid and fairly functional on closer examination, it would be a great gun for her left hand, as her right hand was tainted by her grumpy red revolver. When he was finally done, the real deal was finding his balls the center of someones target practice.<br/><br/>"You get out a little bit too much, don't ya," Apryl said to<strong>Zeig.</strong><br/><br/>Then she looked to<strong>Jacob</strong>, who she knew as the preacher, possibly as grandpa.<br/><br/>"An' you don't get out much at all, do ya," Apryl said, then she threw a glance to indicate Lady Magnificent "You might be a prime candidate for having granma saggy tits show you around."<br/><br/>Apryl closed her eyes tightly and a flash bang went off. When she opened them, the real deal was getting out of dodge and fast. The preacher calling him the spawn of satin made her giggle a bit. She shook her head and jumped off the table, it was about time she cut her loses got out of this joint.<br/><br/>That was the cue for all hell to break loose. First the real deal came running back into the snake pit, meaning there had to be something out there much worse than what was in here. Then she heard the whistle, and she thanked God she had put on her protective trench coat a little while back. Now she really should have been collecting combat pay for this shit.<br/><br/>"Oh shit......." she muttered, dodging backwards and purposely kicking over tables along the way, "Take cover people!"<br/><br/>The bar exploded, sending the bar tender past the crowd in a wave of fire. Bullets filled the air, someone wanted a bunch of people dead real bad like, as they were spraying the bar with a Gatling gun. Apryl rolled between tables as the table she was taking cover at got torn to shreds by wave of supresive fire. This was bad, really bad, she was pinned down in about the center of the bar. Her coat had been charred a bit by the fire and there was ash on her left cheek. But the problem was that damned gatling gun, they were making it impossible to get to the exits, those bastards wanted to kill everyone.<br/><br/>The preacher delivered a sermon while defending himself and taking cover, missing a shitload of opportunities to actually be of use to someone, even a chance to put out the gunner or the loader of the gatling gun. Maybe he thought the cats would fall asleep if they heard one of his lousy sermons. While that was happening she shot a cat in the side of the chest as came after her own throat, parying the knife with her gold gun. The kickback from the red gun would throw it back, but she tried to avoid a critical hit and at least give it a chance.<br/><br/>With the preacher going hog wild and running though a rain of bullets and the nearly direct fire of the gatling gun, she would take a chance of getting a view of what was going on. She saw the head of the loader, that was her best chance. She lowered her red pistol, hoping they'd be distracted by the preachers antics, or that maybe even the real deal would wake up and pull a coup. Most of all, she hoped she could score a difficult head shot against the loader and maybe even the gunners before they saw her and turned that gatling her way again.<br/><br/>She pushed herself to her feet, aimed for the loader first, and fired.