[ Hei hates the Share All aspect of stoner culture. ]
[ The bartender gets a death-glare for his trouble. Gently extricating Korra's wrist from his hand, Hei looks her over. He calculates that if he gets her to the bathroom right now, gets her to vomit, she'll be able to avoid the worst of the stone. Except ... it's her first time. Cambodian hash pales in comparison to the wares here. No one makes drugs like the City's Underground set. ] Fuck. [ He can't help it. He has no polite expletives for the mess, the sheer clusterfuck of this situation. After a slow breath, he slides his hand down, enfolding it in hers and interlacing the fingers. ] It's okay. I'll keep an eye on yo --
[ He doesn't get to finish. The girl, smiling beatifically, has driven her fork into the deep brown wedge and stuffed a forkful of it into Hei's mouth while attempting to be as well-meaning as possible. ]
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[ The bartender gets a death-glare for his trouble. Gently extricating Korra's wrist from his hand, Hei looks her over. He calculates that if he gets her to the bathroom right now, gets her to vomit, she'll be able to avoid the worst of the stone. Except ... it's her first time. Cambodian hash pales in comparison to the wares here. No one makes drugs like the City's Underground set. ] Fuck. [ He can't help it. He has no polite expletives for the mess, the sheer clusterfuck of this situation. After a slow breath, he slides his hand down, enfolding it in hers and interlacing the fingers. ] It's okay. I'll keep an eye on yo --
[ He doesn't get to finish. The girl, smiling beatifically, has driven her fork into the deep brown wedge and stuffed a forkful of it into Hei's mouth while attempting to be as well-meaning as possible. ]