<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Dead Horse Saloon</strong></span></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"Speak of the Devil and He shall appear," was the first thought that came to Marilyn's mind. Apparently it applied to thinking about that specific person too. "Should'a turned right around instead o'comin' here. Ah juss knew <em>Trouble </em>was gonna find his ass in here soon enough if Ah did," continued the thought.  With a small sigh, The Drifter leaned forward, plucked a bottle of whiskey from the counter, then took a long swig from the drink. <br/><br/><em>Thud. Thud. Thudthudthud<strong>thud</strong>.</em><br/><br/>The sound caused her to arch a brow after she had all but ignored what was taking place in the saloon. And there went Lady Mag dragging <em>Trouble </em>by his hair with the twins at her side. The Drifter couldn't help but to take a little pity on her old mentor. Sure Gun was rude, womanizing, arrogant in the worst way, rude, and womanizing... Ah, she just wanted to reiterate the fact that he was a <em>womanizer </em>and <em>rude </em>again just because The Drifter could. But the woman had known him for a long time, and was she not just about to stand up to a man that had falsely claimed his title? "Alright, alright. Get Gun outta trouble, <em>again</em>, and then it's time fer me to leave. Ah am not about to get mixed up in all his shenanigans," she muttered to herself while lifting from the stool. <br/><br/>A glance was passed up to the two shocked ladies who were just about to make away with The Best in the West, and Marilyn waved them away. "Best you girls leave 'im be an' go find yourselves some other man. This one ain't worth the trouble, trust me. Ah've been with 'im fer years," the gunslinger said while ever so slowly and casually strolling towards the screaming Gun. The bottle of whiskey was still in her hand—as if Marilyn would ever let that precious little item go—when she finally reached the table he was being held down on.<br/><br/>The Drifter sighed and still mentally cursed herself for getting involved before saying," Here now, let me help out a bit..." She squeezed in between Lady and Ginger after having set her long, black, and bullet-hole filled duster on the back of a chair. Swatting away Ginger's and Sunny's hands, Marilyn gave Gun a look of pure sympathy. "Ya know... if ya learned to juss keep yer mouth shut ya might not end up in si'tiations like this, Gun. Ah feel a bit sorry fer you sometimes. It's like ya juss don' know better," she commented while offering him a drink of the whiskey in her hands knowing that it was just a tease and Gun had no way of being able to sip from the bottle. <br/><br/>"Ah've got something better fer you girls too see if he don't apologize to ya'll. Excuse me fer a moment," The Drifter commented while leaning in low over Gun, allowing her eyes to roam along his face, while a hand captured his jaw. It almost seemed as if the woman were going to kiss him to an outsider's viewpoint, but to those that were close like Lady, they knew better. She pressed her buxom chest against his, knowing just how much it made his skin crawl to have Marilyn touching any part of Gun, <em>especially the good parts</em>. <br/><br/>Marilyn whispered softly in The Gunslinger's ear so that no other would be able to hear, "Something that was taken a long time ago in a little place called Shanty Town. It's shiny, and flat all shaped like a rectangle and hidden away where no one but me knows where it is. Now Ah know you don't want that seen so, Gun, the choice is up to you. You can say yer sorry, or you can stay here while Ah walk away and do nothin' about what's going on while I go to Velvety's home and show him that picture Ah took".</span><br/>