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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[anatural]

Okay. [There's a little disappointment in her voice, but really, she doesn't mind. She's not a clingy kind of person. Naga is her best friend in the entire world, and even they don't spend much time together. He came; he danced; and he's leaving without shutting himself off. That's enough to make her happy.]

Thanks for coming.

[She wraps her arms around his waist and gives him a quick hug before stepping back and letting him go.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He lets her step into his space for the hug. Squeezes back, a silent It's nothing. Slowly, he draws away, letting her melt into the full-blown pandemonium of the dancefloor. On exit, he spots the green-haired girl again. Seated at the bar, chin in hand over a too-sweet drink. This time she glances his way. Maintains eye-contact. Almost flirty. ]

[ For a moment -- just a moment -- Hei wonders if the bathrooms in the club are unisex. In the next beat, he shakes it off. Too many fucking ghosts. He glances back at the dancefloor, at Korra. Enjoys the whimsy of seeing her from a distance, absorbed and unaware. In that rare moment, dancing, she reminds him of no one he's known before, and he's glad for it. ]

[ Then he's outside the club, and the triggering noise -- inside, outside -- ceases. ]