“Fucking normal,” Cal scoffed, clearly amused by that idea, “yeah, that’s me. Somebody ought to send Satan a fucking scarf, if that’s the case.” He felt so unlike the guy that had spent more time in jail or court-ordered rehabs than anywhere else, felt lightyears away from the person he’d been even when he and Shannon had first met. If Cal had to guess, he’d put the credit for all of that to life finally having given him a fair hand – when shit was actually going your way for once, why would you want to fuck it up? And if all that bloody rubbish he’d gone through to get to here was the price he had to pay, well then maybe it was all worth it. Because right about now? Life was looking pretty fucking good.
“Doing what I can, trying not to go and turn it all to shit.” Learning to sling drinks the way Vivian wanted had been easy, he’d at least had the rough skills already under his belt. The management side of things had proved a bit more tricky – this was the first time he’d dealt with staff of his own, budgeting, uniforms, all of those little things that made up the bigger picture. “Who knew we’d both turn out to be fucking good at shit, yeah?” Clearly they weren’t completely useless, they’d both managed to turn their skills into actual careers….even if the backstory to this whole new lifestyle of theirs was more than a bit shady. “He didn’t look human….” Cal exhaled, attention still on the path the two had taken to bypass them on the way in, “I feel like I can tell now after spending so much time around them.” It was like he’d sprouted some sort of supernatural-radar; vampires, for example, always seemed to carry their age – they always seemed older, wiser, more refined that many of the races he’d come across. And they were usually fucking beautiful. Demons were similar, but there was something innately darker about them…it was hard to put a finger on exactly what. He turned back to offer Shannon a light, Vivian and her guest momentarily forgotten, and had to resist the urge to ready himself to catch his brother if he passed out – he certainly looked like it was a strong possibility at the moment. “What? Wait a minute….did you just have a fucking vision with me?” It had never happened between the two of them before or, if it had, Cal had been too hopped up on something or another to remember. “Well? What’d you see, then?” He couldn’t just not tell him – they were brothers for crying out loud. He was a big bloke, he could handle it.
The rumors, ridiculous as they were, were incredibly entertaining. Sometimes, and she was sure she wasn’t the only one, Eden liked to play along, to drop little tidbits around certain staff members to see how long it took to get back to her. “Darling, with as much sex as you and Callum are having, how do you have the energy, let alone the time, for any self-love sessions?” She wasn’t holding it against the couple, not at all, but they certainly weren’t trying to hide just how active their sex life was. “That part should be yours and the bitch knows it,” Eden put it out there as if it were common knowledge because, in her opinion, it should be. “You’re the best they’ve fucking got. Those little Russian primadonnas are cute, but they’ve got little midget legs. It’s a bit creepy, really.” She was pretty sure that, if you stood them up next to Juniper, the were’s leg were be longer than they were tall. “If she doesn’t cast you, I’ll help you egg her car. It’s the least we can do.” There was nothing they could do until the show was cast, though. Eden chuckled, shaking her head, “I suppose I should call and ask you to go panty shopping with me next time, then? Sounds like you’re much more motivated to take a break for lacy underthings than you were for shoes.” She couldn’t help but wiggle her eyebrows playfully. But really, what girl didn’t like shopping for sexy lingerie?