<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/>There was only two people he knew who would actually take a rib out of his hand, his mom and more recently, Blair. Clint was not surprised by it but he did perk an eyebrow when she gave him that little sultry vixen look. The Texan was not immune to her charm, but he was a poker player and could read people, including her. "Maybe after you dinner, you look hungry doll." He smiled as she took his plate.<br/><br/>"I take it you are up for a game tonight?" He casually asked about the poker game, his glass of coke was nudged her way. A few moments later the waitress arrived and delivered a fresh plate of ribs, fries, coleslaw and ranch dressing with a coke. Either Clint had a feeling someone would show up or he had ordered two dinners and planned to take one to go, either way, things always seemed to fit into place for Clint, it was something about him.<br/><br/>"How's your car coming along? Gonna be ready for next month?" He asked about Nevarro, his own interest in the event had grown since he was getting closer to his own return to the races as a driver.