[ He won't deny that past cruelty leaves an impact. But it's discombobulating that she doesn't retaliate. Maybe it comes down to the degree of cruelty committed. Or maybe it just owes to different natures. Hei would nurse a grudge for years, let it concentrate into a cold hard axis of revenge. But he suspects it works differently for Korra, whose outlook is so unique from his. There's an intelligent intuition lurking beneath the girl's brashness that flashes, when he glimpses it, true as steel. ]
[ Lips twitching, he watches her sputter. What did the bartender give her -- a Cherry Coke? A Singapore Sling? ] Too sweet? [ His gaze lifts to peruse the beverage selection. This is the kind of club teenyboppers congregate to. The choices are typically pretentious. Screaming Orgasm. Knock Me Down & Fuck Me. Buttery Nipple. He signals to the bartender, ] Get her a -- [ what won't get a rise out of her? ] a Shirley Temple.
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[ Lips twitching, he watches her sputter. What did the bartender give her -- a Cherry Coke? A Singapore Sling? ] Too sweet? [ His gaze lifts to peruse the beverage selection. This is the kind of club teenyboppers congregate to. The choices are typically pretentious. Screaming Orgasm. Knock Me Down & Fuck Me. Buttery Nipple. He signals to the bartender, ] Get her a -- [ what won't get a rise out of her? ] a Shirley Temple.