In spite of the way the day had started out, it certainly had seemed to right itself. Not only had they gotten to ransack a pretty impressive bunch of clothes, even keep a couple of nice little trinkets here and there for themselves, but they were actually going to be let out for the night, to be taken to a club of all places – from the sound of it, a pretty fucking raunchy club at that. Top it off with the fact that he’d gotten to chat up a pretty fucking lovely little bird and it definitely had turned itself around alright. Hopefully things were going to continue right along this little upswing – hell, maybe he’d even get laid if the fate’s were truly deciding to toss a bit of luck his way. The alternative seemed to be winding up the main course on a whole variety of freak’s menus, which wasn’t exactly an outcome Callum found that he was all that fond of. He’d let Shannon take over the bathroom after hearing him go on and on about that hair of his, about how out of control it had gotten. Length was never an issue that bothered Cal all that much, he could wear his down to his shoulders just as easily as he could with barely an inch topping off his head. Without the access to a barber or even a pair of scissors, the boys had gotten a bit hairier during their stay in the mansion. It didn’t look like they’d be given either of those luxuries just yet either, so they’d have to make do what the clippers the weres had brought to them earlier. It was a good thing Cal didn’t mind sporting a bit of a beard, either, since his jaw was lined in more than a little bit of dark stubble and there didn’t seem to be any forthcoming remedy for it. Besides, given the snazzy little number he’d picked out for himself for the night ahead, nobody was going to be distracted by a little bit of shaggy hair.
“Oi, you shaving your whole bloody hair in there?” Cal called out, listening as the buzz of the clippers stopped, having heard them going for a good few minutes now. He could only imagine what Shannon had cooked up in there, what his brother would walk out looking like. It had become abundantly clear earlier that day that the two of them had drastically different styles, which had been a good thing actually, since the pair hadn’t had to box over any one particular item they’d each wanted. And Eden and Juniper had helped, pulling things here and there to contribute to what the two of them had already managed to scrape together. In fact, thanks to the crafty little werecat, Callum had managed to snag a pretty fucking sweet pair of boots for himself. From the moment he’d laid eyes on them, he’d known that he’d have to wear them, that he probably wouldn’t take the fuckers off anytime soon. He was finishing up the prep work for his outfit for the night when Shannon emerged, brand new hairstyle all gelled up and standing at attention for the evening, going on about that watch of his. “Well look at the fucking rock star,” Cal grinned, slipping on his jacket, “Mr. Fucking Fancy Hair there with his fancy fucking watch.” Shannon hadn’t taken his eyes off of the damn thing since he’d found it, so it hadn’t been hard to determine what item he’d be claiming for himself. “Yeah, yeah, I’m all set. Let’s go up and see what the birds are up to.” Flipping off the lights of their main living area, he followed Shannon out into the hallway, the two taking a short elevator ride up to the mansion’s ground floor. The doors opened to reveal the group of ladies gathered and waiting, Jaida’s arm wrapped around Vivian’s waist, Eden and Juniper nearby discussing something as the Brit smoked away, all of their attention turning to the elevator as it dinged. “There they are, now we can fucking go,” Jaida was about ready to hit the road without them, “You do clean up nicely there, boys, I’ll give you that.”