"Close to it," Shannon called, switching off the bathroom light, and once again joining his brother. Hopefully, is negligent grooming wouldn't continue. If the women were willing to give them new clothing, and take them out to show them off, then surly they would at some point allow them the chance to be properly taken care of. Vivian seemed to have everything else within arms reach, so why not a stylist as well? Or, perhaps she hadn't thought the two were the sort to care enough about that sort of thing. At first glance, he wouldn't have thought so either, so, he couldn't blame her if that was the case. Callum might have been lucky enough to be able to carry off any hairdo that he so wished, but Shannon could not. While he was dapper, in his own right, the wrong sort of hair could leave him looking a bit... nerdy. Which he wasn't in the least. It either needed to be perfectly tailored, or, an edgy sort of cut, which he had given himself that night. Well, if he was going to be out with all of those gorgeous women, and his handsome brother, he had to do something to make himself stand out, now didn't he? "Fuck off, you know I look good. And this watch, neither of us have ever seen anything this nice, that wasn't either fake, or hot." Of that, he was positive. Women were drawn to shiny objects, just like birds. What better way to catch a bit of attention, than to flash this thing about? Those little humans, that didn't need to know that he, nor Callum was a slave. If they thought he was his own man, with his own wealth, it could seem more genuine. In some strange way... Shannon wasn't about taking a woman to bed, that had been paid for, but everyone once in a while, you wanted one that wasn't a sure thing. One that you had to work for. Though, the one that really had his attention at the moment, was off limits. He might as well kick himself in the bollocks repeatedly, that would get him farther than seriously chatting her up. "After you, little brother."
Shannon was adjusting the sleeves of his coat, when the lift doors opened, it was only when the little ding sounded, and Jaida's voice met them, that he looked up. "Fucking... hell." You might as well have shown a starving man a buffet. "I was just about to say the same. Jesus..." Vivian's arm was draped over the top of Jaida's shoulder, as the two stood there, looking as odd together, as always. "You certainly don't disappoint. I think they will impress, don't you?" She was confident that the two would turn heads. "Come along, the car should be outside waiting. Girls, are you taking a separte, or shall we call just squeeze in?" Those smoky eyes of her turned to the two young women chatting to one another, tucked off near the front door. "I don't mind squeezing in. The boys each have two knees, and we each only need one. We'll make do." With a mischievous grin, Juniper gave the boys a little wink, before tucking her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "That's fine by me, so long as I don't have to share any leg room. Shall we then?" Giving Jaida's shoulders a little hug, she lead her towards the front door, one of the hired weres instantly moving forward to hold it open for the group, as they flooded out into the night air. Parked along the street, Jaida's newly painted baby sat waiting for them. "You know," Shannon began, falling in line next to his brother. "I've got a good feeling about tonight for some reason. This is the first time since we've come here, that I'm actually looking forward to what might happen." He wasn't the least bit afraid, as he normally was. They were walking into the mouth of a storm. A place filled with people like the women, yet, he didn't have a single worry... what if he even felt at home there? Like he'd finally found his people?