[ The bartender slams both hands on the counter, just as the air-blast whooshes the giggly girl off her stool, drinks in tow. Glasses roll across the carpet. Her hair and clothes are soaked, but she still has that vacant little smile on her face. Unfazed, she wobbles back to her feet, while a few harried-looking waitresses rush to mop up the spill. Hei watches the scene unfold with a cringe. Things have come to a pretty pass, now Korra is rescuing him from stoners. Except it doesn't make a lick of difference. The cake, which he'd planned to spit out, is halfway down his gullet. It feels like lead sinking into his belly. From the corner of his eye, he notices the bartender gesturing to a bouncer. Decides to grab Korra's wrist and leave, before they're spoonfed anything else -- or ejected out of the club. ]
[ Walking through the crowd, Korra's fingers wrapped in his, Hei feels a tingling heat spread over his whole body, like the sun coming out from behind a cloud, but not nearly as gentle. Whatever this is, it isn't ordinary hash. Glancing at Korra, he asks, ] Are you okay?
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[ The bartender slams both hands on the counter, just as the air-blast whooshes the giggly girl off her stool, drinks in tow. Glasses roll across the carpet. Her hair and clothes are soaked, but she still has that vacant little smile on her face. Unfazed, she wobbles back to her feet, while a few harried-looking waitresses rush to mop up the spill. Hei watches the scene unfold with a cringe. Things have come to a pretty pass, now Korra is rescuing him from stoners. Except it doesn't make a lick of difference. The cake, which he'd planned to spit out, is halfway down his gullet. It feels like lead sinking into his belly. From the corner of his eye, he notices the bartender gesturing to a bouncer. Decides to grab Korra's wrist and leave, before they're spoonfed anything else -- or ejected out of the club. ]
[ Walking through the crowd, Korra's fingers wrapped in his, Hei feels a tingling heat spread over his whole body, like the sun coming out from behind a cloud, but not nearly as gentle. Whatever this is, it isn't ordinary hash. Glancing at Korra, he asks, ] Are you okay?