<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 8:07pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Blair<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Clint smiled at her but did not respond to the bait, it was part of the game they played. Blaire loved to speak her mind, it was something he admired about her, but he also knew that by keeping his own cool it would only benefit him in the end. The native Texan had no issue with the dirty talk, in fact it turned him on significantly but only when they where fucking. "I know you are doll...to bad we never seem to get to a bed right?" He asked casually between bites of his recently arrived plate of food and sips from his coke.<br/><br/>"We have all night, unless papa Jason gave you a curfew." Clint teased with a smirk before the topic turned to cars an the upcoming race. His new car was in storage, he had been taking it out as much as he could and despite the engine tuned to perfection there were last minute expenses he needed to cover before revealing it. Blaire was one of his closest  friends and despite feeling guilty about withholding information, he had to. Word spread quick, even if Blaire didn't talk, just talk that an R-34 on the scene would spread like a ripple in a body of water. "I'm having shipping issues I need to work out, import taxes and all, need to make up a couple grand between that and the side jobs back at the shop, I should be able to get it here before the next event." He fibbed. "Besides, I want to make sure you win at least one before I get back into the game." Clint gloated when in truth he was a low tier driver back when he had his 240sx. At that time he was new to the scene, barely knew how to drive (as a racer) and was no better then the amateurs with modded exhaust tips and body kits on their parent's hondas and trying to pass of as "racers".<br/><br/>With dinner wrapping up, he asked the waitress for a "to go" box after he dropped enough money on the table to cover the dinner and a nice tip. The poker game would be starting soon.