<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>:  Table to pool side<br/><strong>Listening</strong>Star's random music mix<br/><hr/><br/>"Don't make me ornery....you don't want to see me when I'm ornery." Clint teased, perhaps his Hulk reference was lost among his roommates but he enjoyed it. He was not sure where Star's sudden modesty surfaced but there would be other days.<br/><br/>He turned towards Demi and shook his head. "No thanks darling. I just ate an entire steer...I need to let him settle." Clint patted his belly with a satisfied smile.<br/><br/>By the time he looked back towards Star, she was already laying on the grass and pushing her tits together. He began to laugh, moving out of his seat to straddle her stomach. "If that is all you want, you just have to ask." Clint offered himself playfully, winking down at her but prepared for the worse. "Name your stakes but only if you are willing to match it, don't go writing checks that tattooed little ass can't cash." He warned before he took a drink, not bothering to roll off of her...yet.