<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/>Opting to surprise Cowboy just a bit, Blaire hadn't bothered texting him back to let him know whether or not she'd be joining him at their usual poker and BBQ spot. She was pretty excited and happy that he'd invited her, though, since she was feeling pretty bored and hungry anyways. This was the perfect solution to both problems all wrapped into one. She liked poker. Blaire wasn't too bad at it either, usually winning a bit more than she lost in the long run, but she also wasn't very wise when handling her cash, so she only sometimes had the bankroll to go play. But it was a rush whenever she did. Like racing, only different. Hanging out with Clint wasn't a bad bonus either, he knew how to have a good time, and she certainly appreciated that.<br/><br/>"Thanks," Blaire said smoothly, announcing herself as she swooped in from behind her favorite fuckfriend, snatching the rib that he'd just picked up right out of his grasp before slouching down lazily into the seat across from him. The blonde took a bite of her newly won treat quizzically as if deciding if she liked it or not, even though she'd already had the ribs there before and knew perfectly well how exquisite they were.<br/><br/>"Mm," she finished chewing and leaned in, stretching her arms out over the table like a cat. "Wanna go fuck in the bathroom?" Blaire smiled devilishly as sha flashed cowboy her most alluring and hungry eyes...but she was really hungry for something else at the moment, and it had all been a distraction for her free hand to inch its way over towards his plate in an attempt to steal it. She was never satisfied with only a taste.