The Best in the West raised his arms high in the air when he felt the barrel of The Drifter's revolver press against his chest. His eyes slid along the craftsmanship, recognizing it to be none other than Wilson's. It had made the hairs on the back of his neck rise in terror. When Marilyn cocked back the hammer, he felt his heart pounding rapidly within his chest. The gunman furrowed his thin brows when Marilyn scoffed at him, and he parted his lips to speak, when suddenly Sunny tipped against his side. She embraced him with a tiny, cute smile on her lips. Her blue eyes were set on Marilyn,<em>the other blonde, blue-eyed girl</em>. As she stared at her with her innocent baby-blues, her bright and happy demeanor was like an illusion against the loathing she had for The Drifter. There could only be one!<br/><br/>"Heyo!" Sunny greeted. She then looked at the other girl,<strong>Apryl</strong>, who had taken to hugging the gunman's other side. Her face seemed to shine brighter when she looked at the girl and giggled. "Sharing is caring!"<br/><br/>Ginger had stalked up behind Apryl and watched her sticky hands working a wad of cash from the gunman's shorts. She patiently waited for her to get it out before she snagged her wrist just before she could stuff the cash into her shorts. The fiery, red-head brought Apryl's arm up to her breast and made her hand dip deep into her cup to deposit the cash beneath her warm bosom. "Thanks," Ginger said as she tossed her hand aside. She then drew her red pistol and waved it dismissively at the pickpocket. "There ain't nothin' but takin' and takin' in this world, Idiot. Git' a new hobby."<br/><br/>Ginger then glanced at Marilyn and aimed her pistol at her. "Now, now, Barbie. Trynna' git the Gunslinger's title ain't gonna be that easy. Ah'm also interested." She flashed a shiny, ruby smile at The Drifter.<br/><br/>Sunny reached down to draw her blue pistol and leaned off the gunman to add another line of fire to the cage that was slowly forming. She directed her gun at Lady Magnificent as she spoke, "We also plan to shoot the cow." Her blue eyes ran up and down Lady's form as she then added, "Lookin' a bit naked there."<br/><br/>Lady's right brow twitched at being called a cow, and then she snapped, "Wrong!" The gun mistress thrust her hands high above her head. They crossed at the wrists as she then rose on the balls of her feet, stretching her posture out. "Suit up!"<br/><br/>A vibrant light flashed from the woman, engulfing the entire bar interior as ruffians squinted their watering eyes. The light then shifted to another mode. Pinks, reds, and greens were shining about beneath the dark-skinned woman's feet as her arms began to lower. She crossed her left arm over her breast and then her right hand over her private as her clothes suddenly flashed away in a flurry of stars. A mysterious gust came out of nowhere to lift her hair and have each strand splaying in all directions. Soon a pair of rhinestone studded cowboy boots materialized onto her feet, and then a red stringy thong and jean-clad shorts formed on her hips.<br/><br/>Lady Mag leaned backwards, unfurling her arms as stars shined from the tips of her nipples and then morphed a red bra over her plump orbs. Her left knee arched as her back went parallel to the floor. Rhinestone studded riding gloves flashed onto her hands, a small denim vest blossom on her shoulders, and then her pink and black pistols blinked onto her hips. Lady slowly began to lower her leg back to the ground and right herself. Once she had straightened, she held her right hand out to the side as a rhinestone studded Stetson morphed into existence. She brought the hat onto her head to complete her transformation, and instantly the light effect ended, and the bar was silent.<br/><br/>The gunman, the twins, and even the men around Lady were staring at the vixen with their mouths hanging open at what the hell had just happened. Lady blushed as she reached into her back pocket and removed a small, disk-like device. She held it up and giggled, "It's the newest thing on the market. It's like a portable wardrobe. Isn't it cute?" It seemed to sparkle like some flamboyant contraption from some Japanese show. Putting the device away, Lady removed her pistols and pointed one at Marilyn, and then the other at Sunny.<br/>Peering at Marilyn out of the corner of her eyes, Lady apologized, "No offense, Dear, but we all want the same thing here. Business is business, I'm sure you can understand."<br/><br/>The Best in the West had forgotten he was even being held up as the image of Lady Mag's nude body played over and over in his head. The bartender scowled when he saw all the gunslingers pointing their guns in all directions at each other. He reached down behind the counter to remove his shotgun and sighed deeply as he then cocked the thing, "Damn you gunslingers."