"I'm kind of required to love Chicago," Fiona knowingly replied as she added strawberries to the shaker. "It's a thing. But I wouldn't recommend the Southside." She wasn't ashamed of where she'd grown up, but she held no illusions about it, either.

"I went to the Caribbean on New Year's," she continued, pouring in bourbon, ginger, lemon juice. "That was pretty fucking epic. You want to be careful, though. Walking blindly through doors in this place is a bad idea, not every door goes someplace nice."