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?

Comments

[anatural]

She smiles a little sadly. "I used to." She can't anymore. Even if she was home, or there was a probending team here, she doesn't have her waterbending. All she could do is watch.

[spiderkid]

He wants to ask why she stopped, but her expression stops him. It's definitely a conversation for another time. "That's cool. I don't play many sports back home."

[anatural]

You are a smart young man, Miles. "What kind of sports do you play?"

[spiderkid]

He tries, sometimes. "We play basketball and stuff in gym class. Everybody thinks I should be good at it, 'cause I'm black, but I kinda suck."

[anatural]

Korra tilts her head curiously. She's not familiar with basketball, but she can guess it involves throwing balls into baskets. It's the rest of his comment that really confuses her. "You're what?"

[spiderkid]

"I'm black. You know, like you're Asian...ish, I'm black. Well, half black. My mom's Puerto Rican."

Slurrrrp. No clue why she wouldn't get this.

[anatural]

Korra just stares at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

[spiderkid]

"Um, you know, race. What people look like and where they come from?"

[anatural]

"Oh. So you're from Black?"

[spiderkid]

Miles spits out his Coke.

"WHAT?! No, I'm-- I'm from New York. Black is just... what you call people with my color skin."

[anatural]

Ack! Sorry about that, Miles!

"Oh. Sorry."

She thinks it's weird, him being called "black" when he's brown, but there's all sorts of weird here.

"So New Yorkers are good at basketball? Supposedly?"

[spiderkid]

"Not New Yorkers, black people. Most of the NBA is black. All the good pro basketball players are black. Kobe, Lebron, Shaq..." He doesn't even compute that this might be like a foreign language to her. "Is everybody really the same where you're from?"

[anatural]

"No." Korra snorted. "You've seen me and Jinora. We have people from the Southern Water Tribe, the Northern Water Tribe, the Earth Kingdom, the Fire Nation, Republic City. But nobody...black?"

[spiderkid]

"Yeah but you guys both look sort of Asian to me. Like, different kinds of Asian but still Asian." If he's serioualy going to give a lesson on race, he'll need another Coke. Bartender?

Once he's got his soda, he dives in. "So different people from different places look different. In my case, real different. In your case, maybe not as much. Then people think that just 'cause you're from somewhere or you look a certain way, you're supposed to be a certain way. Like black people are supposed to be good at sports, and Asian people are supposed to be good at math. It's called stereotypes and it's stupid.

[anatural]

Korra raises an eyebrow. "Seriously stupid," she agrees. "Why would your skin color make you good at sports? That doesn't make any sense."

[spiderkid]

"I never said it made sense, that's just the way people think sometimes."

He sips his Coke and hopes this topic of conversation is over.

[anatural]

"People are dumb." Korra leans on her elbows and takes a sip of her water. "So what do you like to do?"

[spiderkid]

"Oh, I dunno. I like hanging out with my friend Ganke, watching TV, reading comic books." He kicks his feet underneath the stool. "What do you like to do?"