<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/>"I'm fine," Blaire complained while Clint pulled the sweater down over her head. She huffed through her nostrils with annoyance but raised her arms through the sleeves anyways, thinking about how ridiculous she must have looked, wearing a slightly faded hoody over her fancy dress, not that there was anyone else to see her except for him. Behind her outwards show of dissatisfaction, the blonde felt somewhat different. It was more complicated than her aversion to openly accepting help. The whole situation reminded her of when she was a kid and her dad would force her to dress appropriately when it was chilly outside, which on its own would have been a cute memory, but at the moment it also highlighted the fact that Blaire's relationship with not just her father but her entire family had been all but destroyed, in large part by her own fault.<br/><br/>Mercifully, Clint didn't allow her mind to linger on those thoughts for too long before treating her to their first truly intimate moment of the night, just the two of them. She always felt a little uncomfortable and short of breath whenever they kissed like that outside of sex, since it made her feel all sorts of things that she wanted but didn't want to feel and made the whole thing feel dangerously close to a real date with a real boyfriend like a real couple. Blaire tried to focus on just being horny and pressing her body against Clint's as she kissed him back, that usually worked pretty well for pushing all of those other unnecessary ideas away.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>They met back in front of her little 'condo' on Jason's lot a short time later. Blaire had arrived a couple of minutes before Clint, and he found her sitting on the step in front of her place with his folded up sweater underneath her when he pulled up, finishing up a cigarette. She took the last couple of puffs, put the cigarette out in the ashtray that she kept outside to avoid littering Jason's property and scooped up the hoody to give back to Clint.<br/><br/>"I wanna try one of those mechanical bulls," the blonde announced after climbing into the passenger seat of his truck. The idea had ranomly come to her on the drive home, it was something she'd never tried before but seemed like fun, and it was something that Cowboy would probably find pretty entertaining to watch her attempt whether she ended up being a natural or failing horribly. Most likely it would be the latter, but that was fine; Blaire didn't mind making a bit of a fool of herself as long as it was fun, heaven knew she'd certainly done it enough times after she'd had a few drinks in her. "Meanest one you can think of."<br/><br/><br/>((You forgot to change your time stamp, not that it's a big deal, just letting you know. ^^ ))