Back home there was always so much looming over their heads. Work, the dangers of the other supernaturals around them. Then there was a stressed owner on top of all of that. Vivian seemed to love what she did for a living, seemed to thrive in it, but there was always a level of stress present, that had it been placed on Shannon's shoulders, he would have cracked. Here, all that was gone, and you didn't have to worry about her taking aggravated bite out of you, because some venture she was working on at the moment wasn't going quite the way she hoped. If anything, the women had seemed to require less, and less of their blood this trip. Going out onto the land, they had hunted together, and for the most part left the boys to themselves. There in case they hadn't been able to find anything good enough on their own. "I have, yeah. Cal, and I went to a couple on our trip. They are so fucking amazing, darlin. You're going to love it." The brothers had been taken to the springs by locale women, both times they had the occasion to go, and relax in one. This time around, he was actually going to be going with someone that was actually more than just some random easy miss. If anything, he was the easy one this time around. "That good, eh?" Chuckling, he finally lifted his own bite, and placed it in his mouth. "Alright, that has to be the best I've ever had. "Hey, mate..." Shannon waved over the bartender, "Tell the chef that this is excellent, yeah?" The man gave his head a little nod. With all the swimming they'd done that day, all the time spent in the sun, it wasn't long before he was scrapping the remaining contents off his mostly empty plate. "I wonder if Vivian's cook knows how to make this... I could eat this every fucking night." Reaching down, he patted his flat stomach, feeling as though it had expanded through the course of his meal. "I might fall a sleep in that spring, as sated as I feel right now."
"But, honey...."She began, putting on that little purr of hers, as her hands slide around his waist, and her body moved closer into his own. "I have to have a lame man at my side, that crown is just too much for my pretty little shoulder to support. Don't you want to help me?" Jun pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw, her teeth nipping at the lightly stubbled flesh there, which flowed down into his throat. "Come on... be my King of Lame." Past being overly sweet, yes, right back into making fun of each other, absolutely. Flirting as though there was no one else around? That was for damn sure. "You're not really brothers till you get arrested together." Or at least detained for a few hours, or just generally removed from the streets, because in your drunken state, you were causing far too much mischief for the locals to handle. "I could too, it's been years, and that's just fucking pathetic. I mean come on, I can't claim my bad girl status, with only one arrest under my belt. Or... maybe I'm just so good at not getting caught. Fuck, why do I have to be so amazing?" The one arrest obviously hadn't been the one time she had broken the law. Any young person got up to their fair share of trouble, most of who didn't get caught until they just stepped over the line. For the most part, she was smart enough to cover her own tracks, but that one time, she had been too high to start with, and that always left judgement in a fuzzy place. Cal might have thought occupying her mouth with his tongue would keep her from retorting, but... he was wrong. There were other ways to get her point across. And to do so, she reached up, and gave his hair a small tug. "You're the floozy," She managed between kisses. "Making out... was your idea." Finally, she pulled back, her lips swollen, her face flushed, as she placed her hands against his chest. "Fuck you're distracting... let's go find the fountain, Irish Princess."