<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/>Clint made a huge dent in that other plate he was served but had enough to take some home, nothing like an after sex snack. He took a wet nap and made sure to clean off the barbecue, the fresh orange zesty smell from the wet nap lingered on his finger tips. The cowboy had a thing for orange scents, it was one of the fragrances that made up his scent along with a cologne called "Wild Country". He was only a painter/body specialist, but he took a liking to the orange goop used to clean mechanic's hands. The Texan took such a liking to it, he bought it for his apartment and even bathed with it once or twice. "Willing to make a wager on it doll?" He offered with a little cocky grin, when it came to gambling, his tone really brought out the country boy in him.<br/><br/>He watched as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick to those soft pouty lips, his mind sank into a few dirty thoughts for a moment. When they were ready, he slid off his seat and moved towards her to offer a hand, giving him the chance to check her out in the process. Blaire most likely knew or had assumed his minor foot fetish, his eyes started at her feet and slowly worked its way up. "You look gorgeous, darling." He said with a genuine smile. "And like you are going to be one hell of a distraction." Clint added with a little flirty wink. Taking Blaire was a double edge sword, she could distract others but if he was not careful, she could throw him off HIS game.<br/><br/>"Shall we?" He asked, offering his arm to escort her to the poker room.<br/><br/><br/><br/>