Ever since the Queen's Gambit had gone down and sent Sara on her path to the League of Assassins, her eventual death and resurrection, and now time traveling, parties and balls hadn't really been her scene. Sure she could fake it and probably would have a good time but she wasn't in the mood to deal with all the people at the party. She was more than happy to have her sister back and here but part of her was hating herself in not telling Laurel about her fate back home. Of what awaited her. Even after the months of coming to terms with the fact that she couldn't kill Darhk before his time, of saving her sister's life, of the temptation of being able to use the Spear... Laurel's death was still raw for Sara. And having her older sister here alive had brought all that up. Though Sara wouldn't want her to go back for anything.
So, after a while of enjoying company in one of the more popular bars on the ship, she wandered to one of the quieter ones she had come to know and got herself a few shots when she heard someone new enter. Turning, she watched her sister sit down and heard the order. But pride flared up in her when Laurel refused to down the glass of whiskey. But what had brought on the sudden desire to drink?
Downing her own shot, she set the glass down before she moved over to her sister and sat down next to her. "What's wrong?"