[center][b][COLOR=#31EAFE][h1]Fiona MacConnell[/h1][/COLOR][/b][/center]

The wind surging past. The breeze in her face. The sheer feeling of velocity. Fiona grinned as she rushed through Galar's skies at breakneck speeds on Raptor's back, the Corviknight manipulating the immediate windstream around it so that her rider wasn't blown off at the speed they were going.

[b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Hiiiiiiiighway to the danger zone~"[/COLOR][/b] She sang without a care, the earbuds embedded in both her ears and her Corviknight's blasting out a classic tune. [b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Riiiide intoooooo, the danger zooooooone~"[/COLOR][/b]

Unfortunately for her enjoyment, Wyndon came up in the distance far too quickly for her liking. It was only a brief flight from Ballonlea, and Raptor's speed made that take even less time, cutting the good time short. With a sigh, Fiona tapped the back of her mount's neck in a quick pattern, signaling for her to cut speed and begin descending. Fiona continued to guide the Corviknight down towards the location of the bar she was given, and by the time they reached the ground, they'd burned enough speed to reach a complete stop. 

[b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Thank ye, girl."[/COLOR][/b] Fiona grinned at Raptor, ruffling her starter's head. The bird cooed back, and Fiona returned her to a Pokeball before shrugging off the small jacket she'd worn over her black cocktail dress and sauntering into The Last Dahlia. 

It was all she could do to avoid rolling her eyes at the sight of the interior, really. For one, the place was too fancy for her tastes. She'd been here a few times before, but never really of her own volition. There were far better spots in Wyndon for a good party, even if the drinks here were fantastic. For another, the entire bar cleared out? Really? Did the Chairman seriously buy the entire joint out just for tonight? Really just a bit too extravagant for her. No liveliness, nothing. Man, her boss was a dick sometimes. 

At least she wasn't the first one present to this little shindig, though. That would've just been embarassing. While Fiona would have preferred to be fashionably late, that would also have meant not flying at ludicrous speeds, and that just wouldn't do. 

[b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Good evening, motherfuckers!"[/COLOR][/b] Fiona greeted cheerfully as she plopped herself down on a bar stool next to Hestia, catching the last bit of Ryker and Hestia's conversation. Well, she just couldn't help but butt in at that. [b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Champ, Crown Royal's a shite whiskey. I know yer but a wee lad, so I'll excuse yer taste fer now. Get something distilled outta tha' Tundra next time. An' speaking of booze, I ain't had a chance tae pregame before this. Barkeep, hit me wit' Buckie! Whole bottle, no need fer a glass."[/COLOR][/b]

Mason delivered quickly, popping open and sliding a small bottle of Fiona's favored tipple across the bar, though not without a roll of his eyes. Fiona raised it to her lips with gusto and took several swigs of caffeinated, sweetened tonic wine before clapping Hestia on the back.

[b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Ahh, that's that good shite right there! So, Hestie, how ya been? Too busy pissin' and moaning over Ryker kickin' yer arse last season?"[/COLOR][/b] She smirked, already aiming to rile her friendly rival up. Not that she'd done any better, considering Hestia had beat her in the Cup last season. But, well, that didn't exactly bother her. Not like Hestia could use it as ammunition back. Fiona knocked back another few gulps of Buckfast before continuing on, already having made her way through most of the bottle. 

[b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"And how 'bout ye, Champ? Tired of tha fangirls yet? Shack up wit' any?"[/COLOR][/b] She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, though the effect was lost with her snickering to herself, obviously fucking with him. [b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Boss man really had tae insist we do a dress-up shindig, aye? What a daft bastard he is sometimes."[/COLOR][/b]