The clippers buzzed, as he ran them over the side of his head, shaving down the hair which had so desperately needed to be trimmed. The were that Vivian employed had refused the brothers a pair of scissors, and a new set of razors to shave with, saying that it would be far too easy for them to use as weapons. However, a short while later, they had return with a rather impressive set of clippers that would do the trick. Shannon didn't bother doing away with all of the stubble growing on his face. That which lingered on his chin had remained untouched. Everything else had been banished away. His hair had been the next focus of his attention. At first, he had thought that he might be able to trim it, as his hair dresser always had, but... when he couldn't figure just how the woman went about cutting it, he'd decided that it needed to be a bit more extreme. And it was. Hair fell to the floor around his feet in clumps. The sides of his head were trimmed short, while the middle section was left completely untouched. He hadn't even bothered to touch the bit that spilled down onto his neck. After placing a bit of product in his hands, he ran his fingers through what remained of his hair, encouraging it to stand up. Spiking it, so that it was a less severe version of a Mohawk. It had been a style he'd sported years back, but his boss had never appreciated it. Though why, he couldn't understand. He was always stuck in the back, working on cars, it wasn't as if anyone ever saw him in the fucking place. As it was, he didn't think that either Jaida, nor Vivian would scold him for odd looking hair. n fact, they may very well encourage it.
They day couldn't have turned around more, had the enter planet turned upside down, and began to spin backwards. Considering all that happened this morning, what with his brother's overdose, then discovering him in bed with the two vampires who called them pets, Shannon hadn't expect himself to so easily slip into a smile. Though he couldn't say why, he knew this night was going to be one that he wouldn't soon forget. Hopefully, it would be for good reason, and they would find out soon enough, if his predictions were spot on, or completely off. After cleaning the hair from the floor, he slipped into the outfit Eden had helped him pick out for the night. After first, he hadn't been sure that was what he was going to wear. Both he, and Callum had picked themselves out a shit load of clothing. Sets that he wouldn't have ever been able to afford with his job back home. Pieces, that he could turn around, and sale at a flea market for a pretty penny. Designer clothing, that had never been worn? People would trip over themselves trying to talk him out of the clothing. At the same time... he had never really had nice things, so, it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted to just keep it all. The accessories most of all. In the mirror, Shannon's eyes were trained on the watch he'd picked himself out. A watch which he knew caused a few grand, at least. It was the sharpest fucking thing he'd ever laid eyes on, and it was all his. A gift. A fucking gift! They hadn't even batted an eye at the cost of it. The girls had just shrugged their shoulders, and said that Vivian had told them anything goes. He couldn't yet wrap his brain around having that sort of money. Let alone having access to it, whenever you liked. If they were going to go on being spoiled in such a way, he might be more inclined to stick around. Once he was dressed, and his hair was styled, he slipped from the rest room, and returned to the cell he, and Callum had been sharing. "You ready to head up? They told us to be waiting in the entrance hall by nine. It's five till... fuck, five till. Would you look at this bloody watch!" He was clearly in love.