<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 2006 10pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Blair<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Clint wasn't sure how he felt when Blair didn't challenge him on pots. He was proud she was becoming a better player, but upset he couldn't rile her up into a frenzy, angry sex with Blaire was fun.  Off course he still tried to "warm" her up and attempt to throw her off her game by shooting her sly winks every once in a while. He knew where the night would end and he was looking forward to it. Clearing the table and splitting the pot was the best possible scenario. With his winnings tucked in his back pocket, he escorted Blaire out of the room and out into the chilly night.<br/>"I don't know yet, want to drop your car off at Jason's and see where the night takes us?"<br/>He asked as he walked with an arm around her shoulders towards her truck. Clint opened the door and reached in to grab his hoody he wore in the mornings and helped Blaire into it. She didn't have to shiver, nor ask for it, he knew it was cold outside and he took that into consideration. The soft cotton sweater would keep her warm and it smelled of the orange soap and cologne he used.<br/><br/>Once she was zipped up he pushed Blaire's back into the cab of his truck before he leaned in to claim a kiss. Clint knew how to take what he wanted and at that moment he wanted to feel her lips. "Mmmm" He moaned softly into her mouth as he savored the taste, his tongue was slowly introduced while a hand slid around to get a firm grip on her ass. "We can go dancing...the night is still young." He finally mumbled as the kiss came to an end, the gesture was a promise of things to come.