[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Anisa Crowe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkni8oCsRD1qhr84co1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b] Lady Luck: Table Main Room
[b][color=f26522]Skills:[/color][/b] Jack-Of-All, Coordination, Gun Combat (Slug Pistol)[hr][/center]

	The rate the conversation was going? They had been sitting there all of ten minutes. Anisas eyes narrowed and she could feel herself starting to squeeze on the trigger. This [i]child[/i] was laying there on the ground with the actual audacity to suggest that she [i]probably[/i] shouldn't have opened her mouth. Anisa couldn't even wrap her mind around how stupid someone had to be to ever think it was a good idea to offer a job to someone in the presence of the Captain and then mention permission from the Captain as if it was some negotiable afterthought and follow up that by... Anisa was done. She wasn't putting up with this anymore from Daphne. She had let her slid too much, should have put her through a wall when she came back to the ship after abandoning the crew like that to take a joy walk through the city while everyone else worked. That was nothing compared to this blatant disrespect. Anisa was triggered and she pulled the trigger. 

	The sound of the sound of the gun going off cut through the Lady Luck as a Anisa stood there over Daphne, a small trail of smoke curling up from the barrel of the slug pistol. Growing up on Shadow, Anisa knew how to handle a gun before she could walk. Several tours with the Independents during the war, and a life time since then as the Captain of a ship doing questionable things had made Anisa a crack shot when it came to pistols or riffles. She was no assassin by any stretch of the imagination but the woman didn't miss a target. Not when she was mad, not when she was drunk. The Captain of the newly named Prometheus was a Jack of all Trades, and master of several. 

	So she hit her mark. Thankfully for Daphne, or more so Dorothy in this case from Anisas point of view, the Captain aimed for the knot in the floor board right next to Daphnes head. The wood splintering and kicking up, it would most likely cause some cuts across the womans face but all things considered it would be a small price to pay. It could have been much worse. Much much worse. Anisa had offed crew members for far less in the past. Maybe she was getting soft in her old age. Lowering the gun she took a breath. [color=f26522]"You're fired,"[/color] she said in a flat tone before her eyes darted over towards Dorothy. The only reason Daphne was alive was because of Anisas friendship with Dorothy and the look she gave her friend more than conveyed that. Add to the fact she had said she was fired and not banned from the ship was something else. yet that might best be addressed later. 

	Most of the establishment really didn't even notice what was going on. A couple of security folks were making their way over but didn't seem to be in a hurry. To them it looked like whatever was going on was wrapping down and this wasn't exactly the type of place where shoot outs never happened. If they got through a night without three people being shot over cards, it was a dull evening. 

	Anisa had been so tunnel visioned it hadn't even registered Harper laughing and the following question. Yet now that things were as they were her attention turned towards the ships pilot. Her head cocking to the side like a dog that was confused. It took her a minute to ponder the full situation before she did. [color=f26522]"Get yer escortee off the gorram floor,"[/color] she said as she placed the gun on the table and had a seat. Picking up her cards she looked them over before downing another shot. 

	It was about at that time a rather over exuberant ebony enchantress placed his hands on the railing and grinned broadly at the table below. There was a twinkle in his eye. [color=gray]"I dare say, there are shenanigans a foot! Most exciting! Drama, tension, all the making of a right rip roaring joyous time!"[/color] he exclaimed as he ran the tip of his finger along the rim of the hat that was positioned in a very jaunty manner atop of his head. 

	Turning and banging on the door that his esteemed colleague had vanished behind, he sought to get his attention if it had already not been gotten. It seemed that the good doctor didn't care if people were shooting at each other. Out of everything that had transpired his ears had picked up on one word and one word alone. Dance! [color=gray]"Mr. Coiffer! Cease with your fornication! We have a dance at hand and we cannot let these heathens have the first round! Let us show them how things are done on Farraday!"[/color]

	Atticus' attention had been gotten and his door opened, peeking out of his room he looked around. Standing there with nothing but a pillow to hide his sin. His head craned this way and that to see what was going on. Didn't seem like there was much other than Anisa popping off. He didn't know what caused the captain to pull the trigger but he wasn't seeing blood so it was all good in his book. Looking over to Jahosafat he gave a nod of his head before shutting the door and going back to his debauchery.