<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. 10 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Clint<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The ditsy blonde routine only worked for a little while, but it was enough to rack in a couple of decent pots and take a sizable advantage over most of the competition. As for Cowboy, Blaire didn't avoid him entirely, but she did afford him far more respect than anyone else since she knew how skilled he was. She'd still challenge him for pots sometimes, but only when she had a very strong hand, which he likely noticed because he never really bit for substantial amounts.<br/><br/>Mostly, however, they stayed out of each other's way and knocked players off one by one before finally ending up as the last two standing, as they often did whenever they decided to tag-team Phil's poker tournament. As exciting as gambling was to begin with, it always seemed to be doubly so whenever Blaire and Clint did it together, because it was much more fun having an accomplice along to share in the glory or, sometimes, even defeat.<br/><br/>Tonight was a win, however, and three Gs were nothing to scoff at. That was the new exhaust manifold that she wanted and then some, considering that Jason could get her parts practically at cost through his business connections.<br/><br/>"So, where you takin' me to celebrate?" Blaire asked after they'd cashed in their chips and collected their winnings, flipping through the stack of hundred dollar bills that she'd received with satisfaction.