Sara always did run with the troublemakers. She grew up the black sheep to Laurel's white one, though Detective Lance would always insist that no man would ever be good enough for both his princesses.

Which is why Sara's certain he ran a background check on Mick the moment he had a first and last name. And subsequently the reason Mick would always fight the uphill battle if he wanted to win her father's favor.

Not that Sara cared. She'd shack up with a damn gun-toting supervillain if he made her feel the way Mick did.

"Please, like my sister can pull any weight threatening you," she grins. "But hey, at least it shows acceptance, I guess."

She presses another kiss to his chin before resting her head in the crook of his neck, fingertips toying gently over his chest.

"My head's pounding. Feels like we drank an entire handle by ourselves."