<em>I'm late, I'm late, for a very... unimportant date.</em><br/><br/>Gwen's disdain for the event was no different than any other, really, except the ones she was paid for. This one had required her to<em>spend</em>money, which made her rather sour about the whole situation. She was currently jetting through the air, propelled by an afterburner-like cone of energy sprouting from her feet. Her dress fluttered rapidly in the wind, outmatched only by her hair for wildness as she jetted through the sky at several hundred miles per hour. Since the heels were slightly too long, she strapped her shoes to her back to avoid them from being vaporized by her propellant. She could make the energy appear up to an inch away from her skin, but no farther than that, and she simply had to have good shoes, even if she didn't want to be there.<br/><br/>The estate was in view now, as indeterminate blobs slowly became stick figures, which finally gained definition and became people. Not really caring if anyone was watching, she nonetheless rocketed towards the ground, aiming for an open area in the corner of the yard, and firing full stop from hands and feet, scorching the ground quite badly and kicking up a lot of dust, fortunately all aimed away from her. It wouldn't do to have a dirty dress at a function like this, since there were potential clients in attendance! As the dust settled, she straightened her outfit unceremoniously, put on her high heels, and went straight for the alcohol.