Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
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Age: 32Gender: male Online: Jul 1, 2018 22:51:28 GMT
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Like most days, as if it were a routine of his, Matthew found himself settling into a booth at the cafe for a bite to eat while he watched people walk by the front of the diner. He wasn't much of a people watcher, but it became a habit after being a police officer for a short time. You had to watch your back. He didn't do his job well enough to avoid what could happen if he didn't watch his back, thus early retirement and a frustrated Quigley.
The waitress stopped by with a mug and poured him a coffee. Two sugars, one creamer, not too sweet and just enough to take off the bitterness. He drank black coffee every now and then, but today wasn't one of those days. Piercing blue eyes watched a woman hug her child to her chest while fighting the wind and snow. Montana. It snowed. Who knew? Of course, he was a Wyoming man and they still had snow in early July, along with fifty degree weather. This was nothing. He felt sorry for those who were just moving to this area and not used to the extreme weather.
Pulling the newspaper closer to him that he had picked up on the way here, he flipped back to the ads to try and find himself a job the old fashioned way. Medical, insurance, car salesman - none of them would consider him with the history he had. He had to stick to paying under the table and go from there. Preferably something that had to do with animals.
[attr="class","box2"]Kennedi didn't normally like to eat by herself. But she was hungry and didn't feel like cooking anything. The eighteen year old could cook fairly well, but today was a lazy day. She had her long blonde hair up in a messy bun, and wearing a big hoodie underneath her winter jacket. It was May, why was there a huge snowstorm? Kennedi didn't necessarily hate the snow and the cold, but she wasn't a huge fan of it, either. But she lived in Montana, so it was to be expected. She hadn't really thought through the move here, but she was actually enjoying the small town. It wasn't a big change from the small town she had came from. There were more horses here, but that was definitely okay with her.
Kennedi walked into the restaurant, and noticed it was busier than she had expected. There were a few open booths, but she decided she wasn't going to eat alone. She scanned the restaurant for any familiar faces, but was disappointed when she didn't see any. But there was a guy sitting alone reading a newspaper. She walked over to him, and slid into the booth across from him. "Hi! I'm Kennedi. Mind if I sit here?" she said, smiling at him.
The longer he stayed, the busier it got, apparently. He was surprised this many people actually wanted to eat out instead of stay home and cook. But then, who was he to talk? The young, feminine voice cut through his thoughts. folding the newspaper and putting it aside, he lived his gaze to find the blonde rather attractive. Of course, he wasn’t going to say anything about it. It was a passing thought. She was too young for him, it seemed. Her features were girlish, maybe she was Annie’s age. Scary thought. The last thing he needed was to be arrested for messing with a minor. Quigley cleared his throat and shook his head in response. He didn’t mind. There were limited booths available, so why not.
He brought his mug to his lips to sip from the hot brew, which had cooled considerably. Lifting a hand, he motioned for the waitress and put his mug at the edge of the table. The silence between them grew somewhat, to the point where he felt like he needed to say something. It was outside of what he was used too, but the man cleared his throat again and offered a hand. “Quigley, Matthew Quigley.”
[attr="class","box2"]Kennedi smiled at him, glad he was okay with her sitting down. "Thank you," she said. She glanced down at the menu, trying to figure out what she wanted to eat. An omelette sounded wonderful, but then again, so did eggs over easy. She bit down on her lip, trying to decide. She wasn't a coffee drinker, so when the waitress came over, she waved her away from her cup. "Just a water for me, please," she ordered. She still hadn't decided on what to eat.
The silence of the man kind of shocked her. She would have thought he would try to start a conversation with her. But he didn't. He was attractive, but looked to be older than her. She liked older guys, but didn't want to cause any trouble. She had her eyes on another guy, anyways. But still, she could make some friends. Friends were always a good thing. "Kennedi Atwood," she offered. "Do you go by Quigley? Or should I call you Matt? Matthew?" she began talking fast. Her normal speech. "Sorry for bothering you, by the way. I just don't like to eat alone. And I like meeting new people. Though, I guess that could be dangerous sometimes. You're okay, right?" she asked, second-guessing herself.
“Anytime,” he replied, offering a small smile. “It’s not true, y’know.. Coffee doesn’t stunt your growth. I’ve been drinking coffee since I was a boy,” he teased her, and though his expression remained deadpan, it was his eyes that gave him away. The waitress returned with the water and poured Quigley a fresh cup of coffee. When she left, he returned his attention back to the woman and shrugged a shoulder, “I answer to just about anything. It’s whatever you prefer. Just please… No ‘Mattie’. or anything like that. I need keep some dignity,” he teased again.
She was chatty, but that was okay. He didn’t really talk that much - usually. He blamed the coffee and caffeine for being a chatty cathy himself. He leaned back in the booth and kept his eyes on her while she spoke. Good manners and all that. When she finished talking, he offered a grin, a real one that lift his features, “Well I haven’t buried the body in the back of my truck, but I think today’s a good day otherwise.” Again, teasing. He chuckled softly at the comment before continuing, “You’re safe with me.”
[attr="class","box2"]Kennedi smiled at the man. "Can't get past the taste," she said. "Unless I add a ton of creamer. And at that point, I might as well be drinking from the bottle of creamer." Coffee just wasn't for her. She could drink a latte though. Those were generally sweet. As long as she got the right kind, and she wasn't very good at that. "Definitely Mattie then," she teased back. She gave him a knowing smile. She wouldn't ever call someone by a name they didn't like.
Kennedi's eyes grew wide as he mentioned a body in the back of his truck. She almost believed him, but then realized he was joking. Obviously, if he actually had a body in his truck, he wouldn't be talking openly about it. She almost kicked herself for the stupidity. "Scared me for a second," she admitted, and smiled at him. "But I'm glad to be safe with you. I could have chosen someone much worse, I do believe," she said. Admittedly, he was cute. But older than her. She wasn't sure if she had picked him because he was attractive, or if it was just because he was an open booth. But then she realized he had been behind a newspaper when she had sat down. She hadn't even seen his face at that point.
She took a sip of her water, and glanced back down at the menu. "Are you eating, or just coffee?" she asked. She still hadn't decided what she wanted to eat. But no matter what he was doing, she was most definitely eating. She was starving. It had been a long time since dinner for her. She was craving eggs, but she didn't know how she wanted them cooked. An omelette was probably the way to go.
Annie huffed as she hurried down the sidewalk, mumbling grumpily to herself as she pulled her scarf tighter around her face. She should probably just go home and text Matthew to make a plan for dinner, but she was so sick of just sitting around their cottage. Since their move to Choteau, Annie had managed to stay squirreled away in her bedroom, failing to meet even a single person. She knew that Matthew would likely start to worry about her being depressed or something, so she had forced herself to bundle up and head into town. Only now she was in town, and hadn't the slightest clue where she should go. If she were lucky there might be a nice pizza by the slice place nearby, although lucky didn't come Annie's way very often.
Just as Annie began to pull out her phone and search for pizza joints close by, her foot slipped off the curb and into a muddy puddle forming in the gutter. That's just great, she thought to herself with a grunt. Not wanting to keep walking in her now damp socks, Annie quickly ducked into the door of the closest cafe. Trying to avoid blocking the door or making a loud entrance, she quickly scanned the tables for an open seat. Much to her surprise Annie's ears picked up on an instantly recognizable sound: Matthew's laugh. In a matter of seconds she had her eyes locked on her bother and headed in his direction, ready to grab a chair and complain to him about her crappy walk. Annie stopped a few feet before reaching Matthew, she hadn't realized at first that he had company. A date? Unlikely, surely she would have heard something about it at home. Not to mention this girl looked a bit young for Matthew, too close to her own age for his liking. She was pretty, though, and they seemed to be enjoying their conversation.
Feeling a bit awkward, Annie stepped closer to the pair and softly said, "Hey, Matt. Sorry to interrupt, could I maybe hangout until you're ready to drive home? I zoned out and stepped into a puddle outside, my socks are all gross and wet." The words left her mouth at the same time that the girl spoke up, asking Matthew if he was going to order a meal. Annie mentally kicked herself for invading his time, even if this wasn't a date she shouldn't be bothering her brother while he was enjoying his day. He does so much for her, the least she could do is put up with wet socks and walk herself home. "Actually, I think my spare boots are in the truck, can I just get the keys and I'll grab those real quick?" She smiled at Matthew's friend, hoping that she wasn't coming off as too annoying.
Quigley grinned a little, stirring his coffee while she spoke. He didn’t interrupt her, figuring it was rude and there was really no need. He spoke when he had something to say. Quigley didnt think age mattered much. What did matter was the person’s mind. Of course, he couldn’t justify dating someone that was underage, his sister was seventeen. He couldn’t imagine an older man dating his sister. This girl was stunning, he didn’t allow his eyes to linger on her for too long, didn’t want to come off as rude. When she finished, he opened his mouth to answer her but snapped it shut when his sister dropped in.
He leaned back in the booth and lifted his gaze to his sister, grinning freely up at her. Yes, he adored his sister. She was his everything - not that he would boast about it. He didn’t want the girl getting a big head and all, he mused to himself. Nah, he knew better. Draping his arm across the back of the booth, he looked down at her feet and tsk’d his tongue before finally replying, “You’ve always been gross, but we can’t have you being soaked to the bone, can we?” he teased her with a chuckle. “Annie, this is Kennedi, Kennedi this is my sister Annie. Seems like I’ve got beautiful ladies dropping in on me today,” he said in a playful tone before standing to fish out his keys and hand them to her. “Go ahead and get your boots but come back and join us.” She wasn’t interrupting anything. The two girls seemed close in age which meant they might hit it off as friends and he fully supported that.
To Kennedi he smiled a little, “I’ll order something. Just not sure what just yet. What are you planning on getting?”
[attr="class","box2"]Matthew seemed a bit too old for her. Being eighteen, she usually only dated older guys. But the older guys were only a couple years older than her. Matthew didn't look terribly old, but older than twenty. Despite him being attractive, she couldn't justify the age difference. She didn't want to be a trophy wife or anything along those lines. Though, Matthew also didn't look the type to have a trophy wife, either. Kennedi shrugged it off. If things were to happen, it would happen. If not, oh well. She wasn't going to fret one way or another. She had just met the guy, for heaven's sake.
Kennedi smiled up at the girl who approached them, almost thinking she was the waitress. But after she spoke, Kennedi looked her over and realized she couldn't be. Not the way she was dressed, and her feet being soaked. She looked to be about Kennedi's age. Too young for Matthew to be dating. When he introduced her as his sister, things started to make a little more sense. "Nice to meet you, Annie," she said. "You're definitely more than welcome to join us. We haven't ordered anything yet. Not that it mattered. The girl was more than welcome at the table, no matter what time she showed up. She was Matthew's sister after all.
Kennedi turned her attention back to Matthew. She was still trying to decide on which omelette to eat. "Oh, I don't know. Either the farmer's omelette or the one with the sausage gravy on top," she said, uncommitted. She took a sip of her water and looked back at him. "Your sister seems nice," Kennedi said, hopeful. Maybe she'd make a new friend. She was in need of those, after the move to Choteau. She hadn't met a lot of people that were her age.
Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
