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[gottadealwithit]

 Korra is a pro-bender!

KORRA is a pro-bender!

Korra is  PRO-BENDER!

I mean, obviously she's a pro-bender, because pro-bending is awesome and Korra is awesome and it's totally modern and exactly what she needs to get her head around airbending, yup.

She'd be in a constant state of eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee except that as it turns out - pro-bending is really hard work. and it involves early mornings and drills and learning rules and look - it's hard to be constantly excited if your new friends keep hitting you with fire and earth all the time.

(Although one of these new friends? Totally cute.)

So it's a tired but happy Korra who stumbles into the bar, her brand new helmet tucked under her arm, and gives the place a grin.

"Oh good. I could really use a drink."

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[boston_bruiser]

Suddenly, from the shadows - a muscular arm shoots out, wraps itself around her neck, pulls her back, and-

-SUBJECTS HER TO A VICIOUS NOOGIE. COMPLETE WITH "AAAARGH" SOUNDS.

VOODOO MISSED YOU, KORRA. CAN YOU TELL? CAN YOU?

[gottadealwithit]

"AAAAAAARGH!"

She missed him toooooooo.

She missed him so much she is physically hauling him over her to the ground to revenge noogie.

[boston_bruiser]

AAAAGH REVENGE NOOGIES.

"Okay, okay, okay-"

That's him tapping out, Korra. The narration wouldn't blame you if you ignored it.

[gottadealwithit]

Sheeeee

iiiiiiiiignooooo..

...she lets him up a second later than it would be good form to do so. Which does kind of end up with them both sitting on the floor, but eh.

"Hey, you."

[boston_bruiser]

He smirks, poking the middle of her forehead. "Hey, yourself. Keeping out of trouble?"

Please say no, Korra.

[gottadealwithit]

"Well, you know,"

Very casual. Super casual. Ultra casual.

"I'm a pro-bender now."

[boston_bruiser]

"So that's what's with the new duds."

If his smile's pretty big, it's because he's pretty damn proud of her.

"Good job, kiddo."

As he snaps his fingers and motions a waitrat over:

"So what'll it be?"

[freedom_is_grey]

A slim, white-haired woman with pointed ears and a spiraling black tattoo over her right eye looks up at that, mouth quirking in a faint smile.

The enormous brown dog at her feet looks up, too, and for a second it's like they're mimicking each other.

"Water?"

The woman is already pouring a glass from her own carafe. (The dog has an enormous bowl of his own, it's fine.)

"Because you look like a person that needs water."

[gottadealwithit]

Is that an enormous dog? It's definitely the biggest dog Korra has ever seen, but... dogs are generally very small, and you couldn't ride them.

"Really? I don't look like someone who's had enough of water?"

It's rhetorical, kinda-sorta. She actually really would like some water, and she's grinning thankfully as she collapses in the chair opposite the woman.

Korra sticks her hand out, only to discover that she's collapsed just over arm reach from the offered water. She weighs up the pros and cons of sitting up straighter, and ends up just flexing her hand enough to bend the water towards her, pulling the glass with it.

"Thanks."

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen lets go at the first tug, grinning in return.

"Useful, that. You're welcome. And what I meant by needing water is that you look like you've been sweating, and gatorade tastes like doom and despair, electrolytes or no, so. Water. Your salt content is your own business."

Liranan lifts up his head and barks cheerfully.

Hello, person that Ysalwen gave water to! Hi!

[gottadealwithit]

Heeeeey friendly dog-dog. Korra finds it in her to lean a little way, stretch and offer hands for sniffs. Because dog.

"Gatorade is that weird coloured drink that Bar insists on giving me that kind of tastes like metal?" Korra asks. She winces faintly and takes a mouthful of her water. "Yeah, thanks for saving me from that."

[freedom_is_grey]

Liranan will sniff her hand delightedly, then -- after a look at Ysalwen for permission -- smash his face into it and give himself pettings. Because Korra looks tired.

Yes. That.

Ysalwen just laughs a little.

"The too-bright swill? Yes, that would be it. I had a friend introduce me to the stuff -- maybe we should stop being friends?"

She's still laughing, though. As if Chuck would stop being friends with Liranan just because Ysalwen was cranky. Sure.

Right.

[gottadealwithit]

"Hey, boy. Hey." Excuse Korra for a second, Ysalwen. She's got a new friend.

After a second of the required petting she can multi-task enough to say solemnly: "No one would blame you, honestly. I'm usually a fan of food from Earth, but that is horrible."

[fantasticfireferret]

Mako is less cute running on three hours of sleep. But them's the breaks when you've been picking up graveyard shifts for a few nights on end, now.

From a corner booth, his cheek resting on his hand and bags under his eyes:

"You still need to get that uniform fitted."

[gottadealwithit]

"Ye-ah," she doesn't look over, she just waves a hand at him. "I'll do that tomorrow after practice."

She's got meditation practice after pro-bending practice. She'll remember that later.

Korra gets nearly the whole way to the bar before it hits her and she turns around.

"Mako."

Mako comes here. Mako comes here!

"Hi."

[fantasticfireferret]

"Hi."

He looks like he could really use some coffee. Or heavily-caffinated tea. Or a nap.

But in the meantime, he digs a pamphlet out of his jacket, leaving it on the edge of the table for her.

"Need to read the rulebook, too. Can't afford getting any more fouls called on you."

[gottadealwithit]

So Mako is apparently not going to deal with the fact that hello, they're meeting each other in Milliways.

Korra's too tired and sweaty for this. First thing - weird green drink from bar ('electrolytes'). Second thing, slumping over to Mako's booth, feet dragging.

"You're not going to let that go, are you?"

[fantasticfireferret]

(First Bolin, then Asami, then Tahno, then Bumi. It was bound to happen! Or so he thinks.)

"It cost us, Korra. And it was preventable."

So no, he's not going to let that go.

[gottadealwithit]

"Considering I had seen all of one game before that and still won us the game?"

Mako, why do you have to be so cute and so annoying.

"I think I did okay.

"...But," she concedes, "I have been been reading the rulebook. Happy?"

[lifethatisscratched]

How good is Korra's memory?

Because she's talked with the gangly teenager sharpening his arrowheads in a booth. It's just that that was ten years ago for him.

[gottadealwithit]

Korra's memory is AWESOME.

Her ability to recognise teenagers are four year olds she met only a couple of weeks ago for her - is not awesome.

On the other hand - she's acquired some sort of orange coloured drink Bar seems to think will hydrate her better than actual water, and there's no where to sit. So...

"Hey, this seat taken?"

[lifethatisscratched]

He pauses his work, looks up, and shakes his head. "It is not," he says. "You may take it, if you wish."

He racks his memory - has he talked to her before, as well? All this has felt like a lifetime ago.

[gottadealwithit]

"Thanks."

She smiles, bright and grateful, and collapses into the seat, taking a sip of the drink and pulling a face. If she drinks all of this maybe bar will let her have some water.

She watches him work for a few seconds. "Are those for hunting or fighting?"

No judgement either way.

[lifethatisscratched]

"Hunting," he says. "Clan Mother has directed myself and a friend to bring in a buck each for the village by two nights from now."

(The Kanien'kehá:ka may or may not have a word that translates precisely into "buck". Blame the Milliways translation field.)

Then, nodding to the arrowhead he's working on right now:

"You are familiar with these?"

[gottadealwithit]

"Well, not those exactly," she says. "My people mostly hunt with spears rather than arrows. But I know the concept."