Post by Keegan Shawn O'Conner on May 15, 2013 0:45:49 GMT -5
There were a lot of things that changed in this life, things that weren’t certain. On a day to day basis you woke up unsure how the day was going to pan out, what the weather would be like, who you’d see, what you’d say. You could have so many expectations of a day only to have none of them come to anything. There were a few things that were sure though. It was certain that every day the sun would rise and the sun would set, that half the population of Beacon Hills would go about their lives completely naive of what was out there waiting for them. For Keegan O’Conner there were different things that were certain about his day. It was certain that he’d wake up every morning to find that there was no longer any hot water, it was certain that his foster daughter would open the cupboards at least three times a day and no matter what was in there, announce there was nothing to eat, it was certain that on each of those occasions he’d tell her that Grocery day was Wednesday and it was certain that it would be before the teenager could get her ginger butt home and fill his shopping cart with junk food that Keegan would try and make that weekly trip.
Other certainties regarding his trip included the following - He’d never get a decent parking space which meant a half an hour trek towards the door of the grocery store, he’d almost get knocked down by at least three drivers that didn’t know the meaning of ‘one way’, he’d get a shopping cart with a stray wheel determined to take him in a while new direction and he’d find at least three parents with screaming toddlers demanding something their mothers refused to give them. Secret was, Keegan loved grocery shopping. This was probably why he enjoyed doing it alone, not that he hated it when Tula was with him, there was just something about it that seemed to sooth the savage beast. No man truly wanted to be grumpy and on edge all his life, something that was hard for a man who was the perfect combination of Irish, Werewolf, amnesiac and father to a teenager. He might have wanted to give in to every toddler demanding candy with a cute little pout on it’s face but besides that, nothing about the grocery store could phase him.
He rested his forearms on the handle of the cart, body bent over it as he meandered around the aisles, filling it with all the things he needed and all the things that he didn’t need for any reason but to keep his little girl from whining every time she opened the cupboard. Though he had to admit one thing... Keegan was lonely. It was hard to get close to people these days, most women his age weren’t keen on the idea of getting involved with a man with a teenager, but the ones that looked past it found it very hard to look past the fact he wasn’t able to divulge any information about his past, most of them believing he was more unwilling than unable. Lonely men had needs. That’s why he couldn’t deny that as he turned the corner, a certain ass caught his eye.
He wasn’t the perving type, not normally, he was normally enough of a gentleman to avoid it, but his eye was known to wander. At that moment it wasn’t wandering... it was stuck. Stuck enough that he stopped paying attention to what he was doing, his cart smashing right into a shelf and knocking half the contents onto the floor. That quickly stole Keegan’s eyes back, looking towards the mess he’d made. “Mary, mother of --- fuck!” His Irish accent always came out so much more pronounced when it came to cursing. Leaving his perfect position on the handle, Keegan rushed around to the pile of stuff now on the floor, not scooping them up just yet, just looking at them and trying to work out where the hell they went.