This wasn't her kind of place but it had been once. A long, trying week at work made her crave something out of the ordinary, so Sadie had traded in the corporate attire for jeans (albeit designer), sandals, and the only v-neck t-shirt in her closet, which still set her apart here without so much as a wrinkle to mar the pale yellow. She was wearing the teardrop earrings, proud of the enchantment she had at last managed to perfect in them, but for the most part her hair obscured them, a mess of loose curls in a too-perfect disarray not to have been arranged as such.
At twenty-seven, she was already out of touch with her twenty-one year old self. Mercy watched the whole ordeal unfold, and she barely managed to get out of the way of Leo shoving the guy toward the door in time to not be run out as well. It resulted in a spilled drink, but at least she managed to get the most of it on the floor. Still, enough of the vodka cranberry had sloshed over her wrist and the expensive watch gracing it that she was marching back to the bar for napkins, the glass clinking against the countertop beside Leo as she slammed it down in irritation.
After trying to flag down the swamped bartender remaining on duty for that napkin, she frowned over at the source of her irritation, who sat there drinking like he'd never been more content in his life. "Doesn't it defeat the purpose when you make a big scene kicking people out for making a big scene?"