<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</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. 8:04 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Clint<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"You always say that," Blaire started before leaning her head down to tear off another bite of her rib, holding it with both hands now. She chewed and swallowed before continuing, the meat tasting even better than usual for no other reason that because she'd swiped it from Clint. It felt like a win. "You have a fat chick fetish or something? Don't believe the hype, I'm crazier than any of them in bed...or, you know, wherever. You haven't seen nothing yet." Ironically, the pair had never actually had sex on a bed yet...they'd never made it that far before giving in and doing it on the spot.<br/><br/>The blonde wasn't really worried about impressing Clint or convincing him that she was a great lay, they both already knew just how sexually compatible they were, she was mostly just trying to diss him about boning whales. Typical back and forth banter for them. It was actually a pretty arousing form of foreplay that they could keep going for hours, and it often resulted in some of the roughest and most intense fucking that either of them had ever had. Had it been anyone else, Blaire would probably have added a little jab about their mother, but not even she had the balls to do that with Clint.<br/><br/>Her foxy eyes narrowed into an exaggerated expression of dissatisfaction when the waitress swooped by to deposit more food in front of her southern counterpart. Her ribs suddenly lost some of their magic. Cowboy's hotness factor, however, immediately went up several notches. He was a fairly subtle guy, so Blaire sometimes forgot just how cunning he could be or how much it made her want to tear his clothes off whenever he reminded her of it. Now she really did want to go into the bathroom to fuck.<br/><br/>She took a long sip from her Coke to cool herself down. She didn't want tot seem<em>too</em>desperate; they'd have plenty of time to bang later. Plus, Blaire actually enjoyed poker quite a lot, so she was also looking forward to that.<br/><br/>"I'm up for all kinds'a games," the blonde replied evenly. She knew that Clint got her meaning, no need to oversell it.<br/><br/>"And fuck my car!" she exclaimed with markedly more emotion. "What about your goddamn car? You've been fucking teasing for months, I'm starting to wonder if it even exists. Explain yourself." If she sounded slightly pissed, it was only because Clint was one of her few and closest friends, and she knew that he shared the same drive as her, so she wanted to see him behind the wheel or a<em>real</em>car again as soon as possible. That, and she also wanted to own his ass on the track like he owned hers when they fucked, and then to kidnap him into her team.