You were peacefully drinking your life away at the bar minding your own business when you heard crashing and banging behind you. You glance over your shoulder seeing everyone fight and get at each other. There was blood, screaming, cussing and people on the floor. It was bad.*

*After what seemed like many drinks, you somehow got pulled into the fight. You were throwing people on the ground and making some cough up blood. There was a gun on a still standing table that hadn't been thrown out the window or at someone.

You and another person reached for the revolver.