"Jun's a fucking hippie. She's supposed to be damming the man or whatever, not wearing fucking $300 blazers. Eden is just off her rocker in love with designer shit. The girl has expensive taste." But good taste, nonetheless - there wasn't a time Jaida could remember where her assistant hadn't look amazing for an event. "I can't believe she's knocked up. That still..." the muse shook her head, "it blows my fucking mind." Bringing Callum and Shannon into all of their lives had certainly changed things for all of them, you couldn't deny that. Even if they wanted to, they would never be able to fully rid themselves of the brothers now - especially not when Jaida had sired Cal and Shannon had been dumped into Vivian's lap. "I wanted to knock their fucking socks off. So I figured instead of having my tits pushed up to my chin, looking amazing in something I threw together, I figured I'd have them look amazing in something a bit more...polished." She grinned, flashing a saucy little wink at an on-looker taken in by the sight of Vivian's nip against the flesh of her throat. "Oh no, this is my disguise. If I look a little more like one of them, I can corrupt from the inside," Jaida joked with a grin.
It took a little longer than it should have to get to the bar, but that was the case when you have to fucking stop every five feet to greet someone. By the time they got to the other side of the room, Jaida was even more ready for a cocktail than usual. "He's still a fucking amazing bartender." Personal feelings aside, you had to give Callum credit for his skill slinging drinks. "It makes sense that Jun would actually want him as her date tonight, though. Guess we'll all just settle for second best." Not that the demon behind the bar was bad, they just weren't quite as good. "Vodka cranberry, top shelf," Jaida grinned as the bartender made his way down to their side, "and plenty of fae dust." Mmm..she could taste the yummy already.