Standing atop a table gave her the high ground, her foot atop the money she bet as if daring to anyone to try and take it. The gold gun was in her holster in exchange for her trusty six shooter, which was in her right hand. As being atop a table was a precarious post, she soon shifted herself and her money to a chair and jumped down to stand in the seat. Sitting would not help her see the fight, thus standing. The last thing she needed was the fight coming her way and knocking her table over.<br/><br/>A frown crossed Apryl's lips as a man of the cloth stepped in and decided to get frisky so soon after entering the saloon. In her mind, the fight was off, at least where all bets were concerned. If a fight between two people is wagered and a third party interferes, all bets were off according to Apryl's system of doing things. Apryl's blood eye was raised as the rich man got just a bit too close. So when he nudged her elbow, her gun instinctively flew out out of her holster in a flash. His violation of Apryl's personal space would have him staring down the wrong end of a barrel with the hammer cocked back.<br/><br/>"Third party interference, all bets are off, and the next time you touch me the only purpose you'll be able to serve here is as a colander," she growled, "And don't even think of getting a trigger itch, got it."<br/><br/>There was no hesitation talking tough with this ass, she had seen him in action and had his number. Not that she was about to underestimate him, but she'd gladly take a bet that he couldn't shoot his way out of a wet paper bag. Unless the phony was up for a challenge, she concentrate her attention on the preacher after jumping from the chair and swiping her money back without missing a beat.<br/><br/>She found herself walking behind the priest, hanging on his words but still quite aware of her surroundings. There had been on a wager on that fight, so despite his position, she wasn't overly thrilled about his presence. As he droned on, trying to break up the fight like he was the law or something, she listened, finally speaking up when his jaws weren't flapping.<br/><br/>"Father, with all do deference, where in the almighty word does it give you the authority to butt your unwelcome hide into a fight you know nothing about and have no business interfering with. A man of peace has no business mixing in other people's fights, and you ahve a calling to help the poor, right? Well some of us here were tryin' to make a living! "<br/><br/>She raised her her gun, spinning it around her trigger finger to see if the rich idiot behind her would take a shot at her.<br/><br/>"Yah, and that passage you quoted so finely, it's a lament, not an excuse for you to be a hypocritical lech and a pervert. But I'm just a poor little Catholic girl who didn't wanna be a nun and so has fallen by the wayside, not a big strong man of the cloth like yerself. Oh, by the way, if there's a place that can serve as a confessional, I need to make a few confessions privately."<br/><br/>She blushed slightly.<br/>