Old McDonald's got nothing on this pseudo-farmer...

[curlys_boy]

((OOM: Conversations with the goats. Kyle needs to do silly things too sometimes.))Kyle entered the bar, bleating followed him as five leashed goats crowded behind him to get the carrots in his free hand. The littler ones were butting against each other. He would look very farmeresque if not for the fact that he's wearing Prada and Gucci. He's

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[alma_jr]

From her seat at the bar, Alma Jr. looks quizzically at the well-dressed man.

"You look like you gotta handful, mister."

[curlys_boy]

"Understatement." Kyle replied with a grin. "This is just the first load, you could say."

For someone who buys expensive clothes, he's not arrogant if not a little goofy.

[alma_jr]

"First load? What's next, animals comin' two by two?"

She laughs to herself as she walks over him the goats. They look normal, but one could never tell around here.

[curlys_boy]

"Nothing so...biblical, just a bunch of rabbits. Gifts for a friend." Kyle answered with a grin as he let the smaller girl goat grab the carrot stick closest to her.

The goats were normal, if a bit hairy, but that would be because they were Angoras and would be needed for clothing and milk during the Scottish winter. There are two small bucks, the girl and two adult females, munching away happily at the carrots they nicked.

[alma_jr]

"Oh." Jr. bends down to pet them.

Even at the end of the Universe, you can't take the farm out ofthis girl.

She reaches her hand out. "Alma. Alma Jr."

[curlys_boy]

The goats take turns trying to butt their heads against her hand. Kyle handed over the last carrot stick to the buck he nicknamed Boing, then shook her hand. "Kyle. Kyle Brooks. Nice to meet you."

He's got the accent of someone who's lived most of their life around Washington state, with hints of Boston.

[alma_jr]

"Nice to meet you Kyle. You don't look too familiar with goats. Where'ya from?"

She juts her hip out a little as she surveys him.

[curlys_boy]

"Born in Boston, became a lawyer and moved to Richland. And I'm not really familiar with goats, but I like these. They're sweet." He grinned and scratched behind one of the girls' ears.

He seems to be a handsome enough man, in his early thirties, and generally happy with life. The presence of a ring on his finger signifies his taken status. He's also queerer than a three-dollar bill doing jumping jacks.

[alma_jr]

"Goats know good people from bad people, so you must be alright if they've taken to ya."

She bends down again to skritch the goats. Her limbs still have the gangly awkwardness of a teenager even though at seventeen, she's stopped growing.

[curlys_boy]

"Where are you from Alma?" He's curious as a kitten, no matter if that's a direct conflict with dating a werewolf.

[alma_jr]

"Wyoming. Boring as all get-out, but it's home." She tosses the comment away with a flick of her hand and a rolls of her eyes.

"I come here to get away from home. Meet people I normally wouldn't."

[curlys_boy]

Kyle nodded. "I can understand that. What year are you from? I'm 2006, myself."

[alma_jr]

So the world didn't end after 1999 like people were saying.

"I'm from 1980, but Riverton's still very 1975."

The records in the town's only jukebox (in the convenience store) were only switched every 2 years anyway.

[curlys_boy]

"Wow. I think I was four or five then." He's not old, really, just slightly seasoned. "Are you going to go to college?"

[alma_jr]

She laughed a little at that. She could've babysatt for him. Time sure is funny that way here.

"College? Nah, not for me. 'sides, I still got a year of high school left. After that Troy 'n me'll probably get married."

[curlys_boy]

"Your boyfriend?" Just ignore those little cat-like ears that want to pop up, their metaphorical anyway.

She probably would've caught him and his sister streaking through the neighborhood.