<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>Some American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Fransisco<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 11th March '06 - Lunch Time (approx 1pm)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Clint had been raised to keep quiet if one couldn't say something nice, a lesson instilled by him by his mother. He knew Blaire was no angel, he had no disillusion that they were a couple and for that Adrian Farone was a lucky man or he would have broken a cardinal rule, don't mess with a Texan. The cowboy hat was readjusted as his stoic poker countenance spread across his face.<br/><br/>"Yea, just call me up or radio me, both are there. I got to get back to work and I'll let you get back to your lunch." The cowboy agreed as he waited to get back his pictures. A handshake was offered before he said his goodbyes and returned to his truck. Social distortion, one of his favorite bands,  (http://grooveshark.com/s/Nickels+And+Dimes/2LIc5w?src=5) rumbled in the cab from its upgraded sound system as the loud modified rumble of his engine came to life. The truck was not meant for speed, but it could rally in the dirt and mud and had in the past.<br/><br/>With a tip of his hat, Clint pulled out and drove off towards in-and-out then to work!<br/><br/><em>-Exit scene for Clint- </em><br/>