The Black Cherry || Blackport 66 's Night Club and Bar

[James Greed]

Looking around while lazily sipping from her cocktail, it only takes a few moments of her to notice the group of Corsair-ish faces. She decides to wait for a while still. Eventually, Sunny comes by. With those many familiar faces around, she ends up walking closer to the group.

"The President himself, and the freighter racing hotshot? In person?" She grins. "I'm Lavinia, the one to win the last two races." Her smile is pretty much constant by now. Winning two races in a row was the best way of introduction, even if it involved a rather huge series of luck.