dance dance, we're falling apart to half time

[anatural]

When; Friday, January 18th, evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Korra and her friends and anyone who happens to be in the club. Come one, come all!
Summary; Korra decides to celebrate 6 months in the City by dancing.
Log;She'd been woken up that morning by a incessant beeping noise; it took her a full three minutes to figure out it was her device and how to turn it off (she almost breaks it in her frustration, but she doubts she'd get any sympathy from Chekov if she broke yet another piece of electronic equipment).

What was so important that her device felt compelled to disturb her slumber?

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR SIX MONTH ANNIVERSARY!

Who sent it? How did they know? Korra doesn't bother wondering. Six months… At first the thought horrifies her…but it hasn't been all bad. She fingers the necklace that Chekov had given her.

She can either spend the day distracted and wallowing, or she can remind herself of the good things she has here.

She decides to go dancing.


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It's clear no one ever taught her how to get dressed for clubbing; she's just wearing her "I Mustache You A Question" t-shirt and Chekov's necklace, a strange combination of casual and fancy. Somehow she makes it work. And it's a bit early in the night for the club to really be rocking, but that doesn't slow Korra down any. She's in the middle of the dance floor, being taught some new moves by the club's regulars and just in general having a grand old time.

Come join her?

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[candothat]

"Korra, hello." He meets her halfway with a hug. "She is resting, but she'll be fine."

[anatural]

Korra returns the hug, her body stiff but the embrace tight. "I'm sorry she couldn't be here," she says. "But I'm glad she's gonna be okay."

She pulls back and leads him to a quiet corner. "How are you doing?"

With the ghouls, she hasn't had a chance to really talk to him and find out how he's doing after what happened during that curse. (She hasn't talked to Li about it either. What he did to Chekov. Why he has another name.)

[candothat]

Chekov's sorry that Lucy can't be here, too. She likes clubs; this is exactly the kind of party that she would most enjoy. Not having her here also means that there's no reason to not talk to Korra about the more serious things that have happened recently. Although he likes Korra very much and enjoys spending time with her, he would rather not spend that time talking about serious things.

And, really, serious things are the only things that are talked about in quiet corners.

Between Korra's expression and his own unusually low mood, Chekov doesn't have much choice but to answer her inquiry sincerely. "I have been better." Prior to the ghouls and the cursed weekend. The latter bothers him more, if only because he still doesn't know what really happened. "And you? Are you enjoying your party?"

[anatural]

It's not just for serious conversations; Korra's a little overwhelmed by the noise of the club. She loves dancing, but she's not used to these kinds of crowds. She kind of needs a break.

She ignores his question in favor of continuing her own line of inquiry. "Do you remember anything more about what happened to you? That weekend before the ghouls?" She still doesn't understand what Hei could have done to make him forget. If she thinks about it, it's creepy.

But probably better for Chekov. Korra's life has gotten infinitely more complicated since finding out Li's secret, and while not all the results were bad... she doesn't want that for Chekov.

[candothat]

He sighs as Korra ignores his largely unimportant questions to ask things he doesn't want to think about. "No, nothing more than I told you, not for certain. The drug that I was given makes it difficult to tell what may have been real."

It's grating on his nerves, all of this not-remembering. Chekov relies on his brain too much to be comfortable with it's inability to function properly.

[anatural]

Korra decides she really doesn't like drugs. They take away your ability to move, your ability to remember. They suck.

"But you're okay, right?" She studies his face, looking for any sign that something is wrong. "I know you're not great, but you're gonna be okay?"

[candothat]

They're awful. Korra should be glad that McCoy isn't here any longer; he was very generous with his hypospray.

"Of course," Chekov answers. There's no sign that he's being anything but sincere. "Eventually, I will know what happened."

[anatural]

You really don't want to know. But it seems like he's okay, so she'll let it slide.

"Good." She reaches for his hand. "Now let's dance."

[candothat]

He brightens considerably. "Only if you're prepared to have your toes stepped on."

[anatural]

"You'd have to keep up with them first."

[candothat]

"That sounds like a challenge, Korra."

[anatural]

He gets a cheeky grin for that. "You think you're up for it?"

[candothat]

"A better question: are you?" he replies with one of those smiles that could be joking just as easily as it could be sincere.

[anatural]

"You just watch, Mr. Smarty Pants." And she drags him out onto the dance floor.