"Everyone deserves a chance, right?" That was certainly how she saw it. You had to be some what cautious of strangers, people would slit your throat first chance they got, but being a were came in handy. You could smell certain things on a person. Fear, anxiety, pain, lust. If someone was about to stab you in the back, you might be able to pick up on those natural signals, and avoid it all together. That hadn't been possible with Shannon, probably because what he had told her had been totally, and completely earth shattering. Your brain clouded sometimes, and you couldn't focus on anything other than the news you had just received. When something like that happened, when someone wronged you, then it was time to attack. Shannon had been lucky with her. She could have clawed his damn eyes out. "Yup, and he's been starring like a weirdo. He and Cal sorta kinda made up. Or Cal is being way too nice, and giving him another chance." She wouldn't, but he also wasn't her brother. "Is that who Callum's gone off to talk to?" Ian asked, unable to resist the urge to follow the path that Cal had just taken, with his eyes. He didn't look like a bad guy, just a typical bloke, but he knew what all Eden had told him, and it hadn't exactly been pleasant.
The east back and forth that Cal mentioned, he would never see that again, because even if he was welcome back into the fold, they would clam up around him, it would be awkward, or they would ignore him all together. It was just never going to be the same ever again. "She dressed you?" Why didn't he look like a peacock then? The time before at one of these things, Vivian had sent a suit up for him, but nothing had come this time around. Only a note saying that he needed to find something suitable, and when he should be there. So, Shannon had gone to one of the places down town, had a fitting done, and then a couple of weeks later, his suit had been ready for him. It still felt fucking weird to have access to those sorts of places, but all he had to do was mention Vivian's name, but the doors just fucking opened for you. "Thanks. I didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb." They were vampires now, they might as well start looking the part. "It is shite, man... fucking awful. Get a whiskey, if anything. Or just a bloody pint. I've been wanting to turn this one back over, but..." Well, he hadn't wanted to be accused of lurking close by, ease dropping, or something else, just for the sake of a drink. "I kinda of like it, to be honest. I keep expecting there to be women dressed like play boy bunnies walking around serving drinks." Shannon grinned, eyeing one of the passing waitress for a moment, his mind correcting her attire. "So... he seem decent?"