<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint_zps17a40197.jpg)</div><strong>Clint Shaw</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio at back of house<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Demi and housemates<br/><strong>Listening</strong>"Beer in Mexico" by Kenny Chesney (http://grooveshark.com/s/Beer+In+Mexico/3cNidM?src=5)<br/><hr/><br/>Clint didn't even have a chance to change out of his work clothes but at least he was back home with the rest of his housemates. He knew Saturday was the official house warming party but he had an early call for a fender bender which ended up taking longer than a little "spit and shine". The first thing he did after he pulled up was prep the grill, the propane grill was collecting dust besides the "real" grill. Clint was a charcoal man, his hands were stained black from piling the bricks in a pile and bring it to life with kindling and a match. The lighter fluid someone bought a few days earlier had not been touched since its purchase.<br/><br/>The food was nearby in packages, most of it had yet to be seasoned but Clint did that while it was on the grill. The flames were finally calming down enough to lay the meat down. Burgers, hotdogs, a few pieces of chicken, some thinly sliced steak (Carna Asada) was cooking and emitting the heavenly scent offering to the gods.<br/><br/>Demi managed to walk out as he was mid chorus, despite his lack of beer (the previous one was long gone) he held up a finger to stop her from interrupting.<br/><strong><em>"So I just ...<br/>Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico<br/>Do my best to waste another day<br/>Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico<br/>Let the warm air melt these blues away"</em></strong><br/>The I-pod belonged to one of the housemates, last time he checked they were annoyed that Clint kept loading country songs onto their playlist but it was their fault for leaving it on the docking station!<br/><br/>Clint little the singing fade, thankfully (He was not very good at it, but at least he could pull off country with his Texan drawl) and set the spatula down.<strong>"Is that for me?"</strong>He asked as he moved to unbuckle his pants before reaching for his beer, than hers. Clint opened them both with the bottle opener hidden behind the large steer head belt buckle.<strong>"Thank ya kindly."</strong>He smiled as he passed back her beer before taking a drink of his.<strong>"You better do it quick before we end up listening to country darling."</strong>Clint offered, humming to the music as he checked on the food.