Sara was currently sitting at a bar, a shot of whatever alcohol they had in hand as they twirled the liquid. The wrath ring was always hot, so Sara being the amazing person they was wore a bit of a revealing thing. Before..

“Heh…” A small chuckle could be heard behind Sara as Striker placed his hat on your head, ‘ooo’s and laughter could be heard as he chuckled. “well darlin’~ I won’t force you, I guess~” He said as he bit down on the wheat in his mouth harder, his smirk growing.