<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>Navarro, California, A few cars away from Jason's team approximate location.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- May 9th, 2006. 9:47 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Michael Parker, Open (Random NPC's that are familiar with him)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>"Hey, if I got food you can eat." </strong>Clint offered the guy he did not know besides the fact he was part of one of the various crews.<strong> "Nice to meet ya, I'm Clint, but go by Cowboy mostly."</strong>He greeted the guy before pointing out the bread and the condiments to prep his bun before flipping a nice juicy medium  burger.<strong> "I cook medium or bloody, never ask a Texan for well done."</strong>Clint added with a smile before he served up a few more of the remaining burgers on his grill before putting more raw patties to cook.<br/><br/>With things in order he looked at some of the girls he had served up earlier and convinced the skinny little things to eat. Now they were looking for someone to help them open their bottles and for all the gadgets and upgrades all around them, no one could open a lady a drink.<strong>"I got this, ladies."</strong>He flirted with a grin as he undid the buckle of his belt and revealed the bottle opener on the other side. Taking each bottle, he popped them open and handed them off one by one until he could grab one for himself, leaving his belt undone for future beers.<br/><br/>He was waiting for the races to begin!