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

[b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Ah, please."[/COLOR][/b] Fiona huffed in response to Hestia's comeback, chugging down the rest of her Buckfast and slamming the bottle down onto the bar. [b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"There's what, six, seven, eight years between us? Media'd crucify my arse, if he was even my type."[/COLOR][/b] But before she could bicker more with Hestia, all the rest of Galar's assorted Gym Leaders started to slowly trickle into the bar, one at a time. 

Fiona casually greeted each new arrival in turn, ordering an actual cocktail for herself in the process. She took a swig of her daiquiri as Sawyer in particular greeted her back, offering him a raised middle finger with her free hand .

[b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Shut tae fuck up, Sawyer."[/COLOR][/b] She shot back with a smirk and a chortle. [b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Buckie's a damn wonder of th' world, an' I'll not hear ya talk shite about it. But if ye wanna be a numpty [i]bitch[/i], I ain't see our barkeep here fuck up a single drink yet."[/COLOR][/b]

With that said, Fiona glanced around while downing her second drink. 

[b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Right, now that everyone's here...boss man gonna show up? Or this actually just gonna be a social?"[/COLOR][/b] She looked to one specific person in particular. [b][COLOR=#31EAFE]"Well Ryker, yer Champ. Wanna give us a few words at all, just so our Chairman, in his infinite fuckin' wisdom, don't get on yer arse? Ye know, before we get hammered an' trash tae place."[/COLOR][/b]