<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 8pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Blair<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>As they sat at their separate tables, Clint drank a few beers and played the part of the out of place cowboy who didn't know how to play. He was good at reading people and only raised the bet when he knew he had something better. Off course people thought he was bluffing, little did they know the "act" was all him not just some Californian kid pretending to be a Texan. His concentration suffered as he saw Blaire flirting at the table, not because she was giving attention to someone else. Clint wanted to call it a night and give her a taste what they would be doing if they did go camping. Her sweet scent faded but remained the anchor in the in the room filled with the other scents of smoke, booze and the smokey odor of cigarettes. His table was easy, the top 3 advanced and he was happy to see Blaire in the top ten.<br/><br/>Now they had to get into the top three and they would walk away with some a nice chunk of change. Clint was not planning on taking it easy on her but he went cutthroat on all the other players from the start. He shot Blaire a wink as his sign he was going to bluff with an all in, warning her to stay out. Two of the guys quit after having the bet raised on them and losing most of their chips, two games later it was down to eight....<br/><br/>(Unless Photo intervenes, I figure we get 1st and Second, even taking out third place on a final bet for them to split the pot 50/50, 3grand each  XD)