Fistful of Dinero, A

The bartender addresses you as you walk through the dusty entrance:

"Hey, you there! That's right. Step up to the bar and grab yourself a drink! The poker game is about to begin. Right over there. Yeah, them fellers right there."

"There's always room for one more..." he says with a grin. And then - "get three coffins ready. My mistake, four coffins..."

With your weapons at your side you saunter over. With a gun in your hand, nothing's going to stand in your way. What's the worst that could happen...?