<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Marilyn was successfully drug off of Gun from the shock she had planted on her face. She knew that woman all too well, and the Drifter's jaw almost fell to the floor when she had heard that voice. It had been a while since the gunslinger had seen her mother. Marilyn ignored Gun's pointed question, not seeing the hint there that he may have known her in some fashion by inquiring so quickly how the Drifter knew the mysterious woman. Pushing the stranger preacher man off of her and scrambling to her feet, the gunslingin' young woman ran across the room shoving people aside without a care. <br/><br/>At the same time, the Designer had also started to move into the crowd—one that could have never expected such strange events to take place in so little time. A reunion of family was indeed correct, and now that mother and daughter had finally run into each other on their travels, there was most likely no separating the two of them. <br/><br/>Marilyn still quickly made her way through the room towards the other woman...<br/><br/>Joanne smiled softly and continued on her way as well to meet her daughter... <br/><br/>And just as the Drifter had spread her arms open wide to embrace her mother, Joanne walked right passed her to leave Marilyn grasping at air and falling to the floor. "Cursed" Jo's gun was still held outward and aimed at the Gunslinger with that sickening sweet smile planted on those soft lips he knew too well. Each step the mature woman took across the floor jounced her lovely bosom, and those wide hips swayed dangerously as one foot was place in front of the other. Every one taken, brought Joanne closer and closer to the man that had stolen her goods. <br/><br/>"Now I don't want to kill you. I like you too much, but I want my keys back right now or I'm just going to have to well, do something that I rather not do, hunny," Joanne said while lowering the aim of her revolver from his forehead down to his crotch. Threaten a man's cock and he tended to listen to what a woman actually had to say for once. <br/><br/>"Keys, Momma? What're you takin' about? What did Gun take from you," Marilyn had asked her mother after prying herself up off the floor. Did she really have to do that; let her fall to the floor like that? After not seeing her for so long?! All her mother could do was go directly to her old mentor?!?! It was enraging but Marilyn knew better than to show her temper in the company of her mother. That man was just ruining everything in her life. <br/><br/>"I got some important things in there, and I got some cats after me. Now give me the keys back and you can keep your precious toy, hunny," The Designer said once more before flashing her daughter a brilliant smile and a wink. Business first then reunion ti- "Oh," she said off-handed after noticing a rather dashing man, Meytir. "Well hello there, handsome," the woman said while eyeballing that man with seductively parted lips that showed a warm and wet tongue playing with her pearly white teeth. <br/><br/>Marilyn wanted to just... face palm. Her mother was just as bad as Gun. Dear Lord.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></span>