[center][h1][color=lightblue][b]Fiona MacConnell[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[color=lightblue][b]"Spillin's a skill issue, Hesty!"[/b][/color] Fiona jibed in response as Charles began fulfilling drink orders. 

[b]"Hangover cures are a crock and the only treatment is hydration and rest."[/b] He offered up when Sloan asked for a tip before starting to slide drinks across the bar. An Arnold Palmer for Niall, G&T for Leander, and a classic margarita each for Luca and Vivi's requested surprise, chili salt added on the rim. 

[b]"That, or simply drink enough water before and after imbibing. I could suggest sobriety, but that'd put me out of business."[/b]

Meanwhile, Fiona turned in her seat to regard Leander with a grin, raising a fist to bump against Sloan's as she did so. 

[color=lightblue][b]"Oi, ya bring Oberon? Felon's been chompin' at tha bit fer another go at yer wee lad."[/b][/color] She grinned, taking an unladylike swig of her drink. [color=lightblue][b]"Think about th' ratings, tabloid headlines, Chairman's heart rate spiking, all that good shite. Got tae cut off another one of Ryker's speeches wit' something, aye?"[/b][/color]