<div class="floatleft">(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Rachel/mcadams4.jpg)Irene poured and flirted, washed and wiped, trying to work out the fury she felt at her inability to act.  Why had she just stood there when she knew that the sheath was her husband's?  That man was likely the last person to see her husband alive and that pretty much meant that he was the person to make her husband be dead.  And I stood there like a cow chewing cud, Irene thought.  Her hands shook with impotent fury.  She pressed them on the shelf behind the bar, trying to control herself.  But, there was fury in her eyes and she didn't think it was going anywhere soon.<br/><br/>Irene half-wished that one of le Blanc's masochistic fiends would come in because she wanted to beat the hell out of something, and if she got paid to do it, so much the better.<br/><br/>"Oy!" she cried, seeing one of the patrons cheating at cards.  She grabbed a shot glass and threw it at the man, the heavy glass hitting him in the hat and knocking the hat from his head before dropping to the floor with a thunk.  <br/><br/>The man rubbed his head as the other players stared.  They were regulars and knew what the flying shot glass generally meant: someone did something they shouldn't.  One stood up abruptly, reaching for his gun.<br/><br/>Irene was over the bar in a flash of leg and under-breath curses.  She pushed the one man back to his seat, smiling pretty even as her eyes glittered.<br/><br/>"We don't take kindly to cheating, Vincent," she told the hatless man.  "YOu might want to apologize to these nice men and forfeit your stack," she suggested, looking to Guinevara for confirmation.  "And, keep your ass out of here for a ... week.  Let these fine gentlemen get the urge to kill you out of their system, right?"  She looked back at Guinevara and made the mistake of meeting the Marshal's eyes.  Irene yanked the cheater up by the back of his shirt, planted her bootie in his butt and gave him a strong shove towards the doors.<br/><br/>She picked up his hat and sailed it after him, missing him, but earing some applause for her effort.<br/><br/>Irene swallowed roughly.  She still wanted to beat the hell out of something and stared after the departing man.</div>