Twas a normal day for Sara and Striker, they just finished another successful mission so Striker decided to go ahead and go to a bar

Striker side eyes you, noticing you haven’t asked for anything in a while. He let out a little ‘Tch’ and a small laugh, before tilting his glass towards you. “hm, wanna sip?” He asked, tilting his head as he took the wheat from his mouth out and leaned back against his chair.