<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Clint Shaw</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Worn out Levi Jeans, Brown timberland boots, Black T-shirt, now cowboy hat<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Grill to Patio table<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Jules and Star by Proxy at the table<br/><strong>Listening</strong>Star's random music mix<br/><hr/><br/>Clint busied himself with the finishing touches on the grill. The barbeque chicken had been simmered in its own foil pouch he had put together on the grill. Finished food was transported to the table, grilled onions, peppers, grilled corn and potatoes and finally the big pot of grilled meat, hotdogs and burgers. "I am so glad I am not on pool duty, the last thing I need to find is the lost Italian swim team in the pool just wading around." Clint laughed, not commenting on the locations to fuck in, who was he to say when he had been caught in the garage earlier that week.<br/><br/>The grill cover was closed before he carried his seized bag of chips and salsa back to the table with the only two housemates there. "Is that the excuse you are going to pull if you lose tonight Jewels?" He teased as he fixed himself a huge plate of food and began to dig in. "Anyone else thing we need a dog?" Clint asked after he practically swallowed a chicken leg whole except for the bone.