<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. 8:07 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Clint<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Bold words when you don't have wheels," Blaire fired back before devouring her final rib and cleaning her fingers off with a napkin. Clint's invitation involving the two of them and a bed hadn't escaped her, so she was going to keep him nice and primed until then. She'd been hoping for Cowboy to either finally reveal his big secret and tell her just what his mysterious project car was, or for him to slip up and give her a hint by accident, but no such luck. Curiosity itched at her skin every time that the topic came up, but the blonde had already tried making him tell before and<em>nothing</em>worked, so she knew not to bother.<br/><br/>"Whatever." A small sigh escaped Blaire's lips as she placed her rectangular clutch made out of imitated red snake leather into her lap and opening it with a<em>click</em>. Between that, her black halter-style minidress with the risky décolleté and her strappy platform stillettos (http://i.imgur.com/zjAeAcP.jpg), she was looking quite a bit more mature and sophisticated than usual while still retaining a pinch of her characteristic trashiness. After rummaging around briefly, she produced a small mirror and a stick of cherry-red lipstick which matched the shade of her finger and toenail polish. Pursing her lips slightly, Blaire freshened up the makeup on her lips before finally pressing them together briefly when she was satisfied and staring at Clint as she lowered the mirror.<br/><br/>"How do I look?" Half of her was fishing for a compliment, but the other half was genuinely self-conscious whenever she tried to pull off a look that was a little outside of her usual repertoire. While not as good of a player as Clint, mainly because she lacked his exemplary patience, Blaire was still above average at poker, carried by her sharp instincts...but that didn't mean that she was above using her looks to gain an extra edge if she could. As soon as she got the green light from her gentleman friend, the blonde would be ready to hit the backroom table.<br/><br/>