With a very heavy heart, Myra reached the front door of the Pumphouse in order to hopefully reclaim her money. Best case scenario was that nobody found it and she just grab it and slip out of there. Worst case scenario... Goodness, Myra didn't want to think about it. She wouldn't know what to do because people were generally conceited and self-centered, Myra was too, but a tough world only spawns tough children. She let out a big exhale as she gently turned the door knob and calmly let herself in to the already populated bar.

[I] It must be a couple hundred dollars in this satchel![/I] Oh shit. 

This was quite possibly the worst case scenario to happen. Not only did some someone find, it was that loser smelly guy from before. Frustrated but not exploding, Myra turned around and began lightly bashing her head against the door. [I] Do I go and claim it? What if he says no? Do I threaten him? He has his friends with him what will they do? S-should I just leave?[/I] Her hand was gently wrapped around the doorknob as she contemplated her next course of action while listening to everyone weigh in on the money.

What that last guy said just seemed to irk, Myra. She certainly wasn't dead and this shit sack of a town didn't deserve her wealth. She earned that! There was no way she was going to see that money squandered! "No..." Myra whispered. "No. No. No! No!!" She got louder until she shouted her last no. The place fell silent and pretty much all eyes were on her now. She took a deep breath trying to preserve herself. "That there is my money." She took a few gradual steps towards the smelly man from before. "And I ain't dead so you have no right to that. I worked for that. I bleed for that..." She wasn't yelling but her voice was tense and injected with hints of anger. She pointed at the smelly man and then turned her hand over and extended it like a beggar would for money or food. "I'd like my money back."