“Ian certainly does,” Eden assured her with a smile, slipping an arm around the man beside her. He’d done nothing but be completely wonderful and, had Jun been in one of her moods and not wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, the two women might have had to have a little discussion in private. But Eden had held out hope that the two of them would each charm the other and she was obviously right. In fact, up until they’d spotted Shannon across the way, things had been going swimmingly. Now, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched; worse yet, of knowing that just her presence (along with Ian’s) was probably twisting the knife in Shannon’s wound, no matter how self-inflicted it was. As much as she should have wanted to grind his heart into dust, Eden wasn’t really that type of person – she didn’t want to hurt him anymore than she wanted to be hurt by him. “There’s honestly no way you couldn’t think Cal would just let things lie between them. They’re brothers, he’s always going to want to try and fix things.” Even if Shannon didn’t deserve it – Callum had almost walked away from him, he’d come so close, but there was something more about him that had changed than just his lifespan since he’d been turned. “Where does that leave you…if the two of them are mending fences?” It seemed only natural that she’d have to be around Shannon at some point or another and Eden wasn’t sure that Jun could bite her tongue long enough not to cause problems. “Yeah, that’s his brother,” she nodded, glancing up at Ian as he tracked down their topic of conversation, “I don’t think he’ll come over here.” Shannon seemed to be putting himself into exile these days, though chances were they would all have at least attempted an awkward reunion for Cal’s sake.
“Yeah, fucking sent this suit down with a pretty threatening note attached,” he chuckled lightly. “Haven’t you seen her tonight? She looks totally like herself and yet not the same at all.” The little muse was quite the paradox tonight. “Seems anything goes in this place, I think we’re safe in these goddamn monkey suits.” So far tonight, he’d seen everything from full-on tuxedos to strange leather ensembles that only supernaturals could be excused for wearing in public. “Whiskey, definitely. I don’t need some little welp trying to mix up something I might actually drink.” Because he wasn’t above spitting a shitty drink right back out. How else would they ever learn? Bartending was an art, it wasn’t something you did half-asses. “Stick a few beautiful girls in a room and you’ve always been a happy fucker,” he teased lightly. The women had always been drawn to Shannon, to that bad boy streak and that easy charm; if he wanted to take a waitress home tonight, he’d probably have a line of volunteers. What Callum didn’t expect, was for his brother to come right out and inquire about Eden’s date for the night. “Yeah…yeah he seems alright, bit quiet. Then again, this is the first time he’s seen Jun and Eden together so he’s probably been thrown for a fucking loop.” Could you really blame the poor guy for being a little overwhelmed? It wasn’t a subject he wanted to linger on for long if it could be avoided, so Cal reached into his pocket and pulled out the little printed photo Jun had shown him earlier, “Here, look. You’re going to have a nephew.” And if he smiled like all his Christmases had come at once when he announced it, well that was forgivable.