After starting a bar fight because someone had said something about you. She was all bruised up and sat on a bar stool swirling her whiskey in a cup, acting like nothing happened.

Sadie wasn't one to take these situations lightly, especially when it came to you. She wouldn't let them get away with it. But you were agitated at her for starting it and tried to clean her up no matter how much she pushed you off.

"Please, Sadie let me just-"

"I don't need help from you!" She snapped quickly.