<strong>...This one ain't worth the trouble, trust me. Ah've been with 'im fer years.</strong>[<em>Marilyn</em>]<br/><br/>The two saloon girls blinked their eyes at Marilyn in surprise. The brunette then whispered to her blonde friend,<em>Gosh, she must be his girlfriend.</em><br/><br/><em>Or a tramp,</em>the blonde replied. If she wasn't, she certainly did sound and dressed like one.<br/><br/>Lady ceased her whipping when she felt Marilyn nudging in between her and Ginger. The twins drew back their hands after Marilyn gave them a slap and glared at her evilly. Zieg crossed his arms over the red, slash marks on his stomach, and groaned from behind his grit teeth, "Shit. I ain't done nothin' wrong." He then turned his cheek dismissively to the bottle of whiskey she tried to offer him. "You ain't got nothin' I want."<br/><br/>Zieg then frowned at Marilyn when she claimed to have<em>something</em>. "Stop lyin' you stupid blonde," he growled. His eyes then widened in surprise when she leaned over him. He felt her chest give against his like hot water balloons and then felt her hand on the side of his light, bristly cheek. His heart was racing as her face drew closer and her shadow casted over his face.<em>What the hell is she thinkin'?</em>he mentally panicked. Was The Drifter trying to come onto him? Did she miss him that much? He felt suddenly frightened. He didn't know what to do; and then, he felt her face go right past his and her breath was on his ear.<br/><br/>The Gunslinger stopped breathing as he heard The Drifter whisper her dirty, little secret. And boy was it dirty, the very thought of her passing around that photo made Zieg's eyes shrink in terror as he was thrown into a distant flashback.<em>Back in Shanty Town when Marilyn had agreed to help a bunch of overzealous, pirate nuns fight against some horn-dog ninjas. Those babes were hot and the only way he could manage to sneak on the boat was to pretend to be...the image of him cleanly shaven, smelling of dove soap, wearing a pink rainbow shirt, and tight-ass blue jeans flashed into his mind.</em>The image made The Gunslinger's right eye twitch as his cheeks glowed in embarrassment.<br/><br/>Lady clapped her hands and hopped up and down in amusement when she saw Zieg blush. "Oh my, Marilyn, you're so dirty." She was thinking of something completely different that had got The Gunslinger to blush.<br/><br/>A shudder passed through Zieg's body before he abruptly unleashed an enraged bellow. The cry made Lady jump in startle as she then watched Gun lock his arms about Marilyn's waist and roll off the table. The two thumped across the floor and the twin's eyes were wide in shock to see Zieg on top of Marilyn, pressing his hand against her chin to hold her head back as he then shoved his hand down her bra and rustled it around as though he were in search for something.<br/><br/>"Gun, you bastard!" Lady exclaimed, and then ran over to lock her arms beneath his shoulders and tried to lift him off.<br/><br/>Zieg clung to Marilyn like a wet cat as he shouted at her, "Where the fuck is it, you blackmailin' bitch! I'm gonna kill you!" He snagged a wad of her blonde hair as Mag managed to almost pry him off. The entire room was watching the wrestling match that broke out in the back of the saloon. Some were even starting to place bets as money started floating around.