<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>Phil's Poker Porker Room<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- April 15th 8pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Blair<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"I win, we go camping, let's see how you handle living out in the wild." Clint teased with a smile. Blaire was a city girl, he wondered how she would handle going into one of the state parks for a week of nothing but nature. "You win, you name your price." He added, waiting for her to suggest her own terms. They were betting on a race once his car was ready, he wondered if Blaire would agree.<br/><br/>She knew how to play her part, he knew people would look her way the moment they stepped into the small poker room for obvious reasons. The poker room had its regulars but that day he didn't see many, at least none of the ones who knew of Blaire and her distracting ways, perfect! These older middle aged nobodies didn't know how dangerous a sexkitten Blaire could be. The "couple" stopped at the front, Clint covered his entry fee and waited for Blaire to enter on her behalf.<br/><br/>Three of the four tables we filled, thirty people in total. The pot would be hefty for the top three. "Good luck sweetie." He showed Blaire to her first table before he pressed a convincing kiss on her lips. "Be good." Clint "warned" as he walked away to sit facing away from the blonde. Guys loved feeling special, if Blaire was flirting with them then it gave them something over the "handsome cowboy". Clint was setting up Blaire to rule out her table, most likely they would go face to face at the final table.