[ In a split-second's cognitive dissonance, Hei doesn't recognize Korra. His first assumption is that a brat's wandered into the bar, and the crowd is indulging in a bit of free fun. Puerile, but ultimately not his concern. He's ready to quit the scene -- except there's something familiar in the pitch of the child's sobs. He regards her closer through the haze of cigarette smoke and dim lighting. Recognition prickles down his spine. ]
[ Korra. Of course. Who else would it be? ]
[ She always seems superimposed in the bar's grungy ambience. But now it's so insanely pronounced. Just a child. ]
[ Hei watches for a second more, mutters a quiet curse, then reaches a decision. He reaches out, his palm splayed against the closest wall. On an abrupt powersurge, the bar's lights flicker on a dull zzzt before the room shutters into perfect darkness. Except Hei already has a snapshot of its periphery, of the positions of its patrons. In the ensuing commotion -- "Heyyyy - What the fuck?!" -- "Who turned the lights off?!?" -- it's easy to dodge and weave between the crowd. Korra may feel herself encircled into a stranger's grasp, then lifted and carried out the back. She's light as a featherduster, and Hei shakes his head as he bears her swiftly through the alley and out to the pitted road a few blocks away from the bar. ]
Saturday - closed to Hei <333
[ Korra. Of course. Who else would it be? ]
[ She always seems superimposed in the bar's grungy ambience. But now it's so insanely pronounced. Just a child. ]
[ Hei watches for a second more, mutters a quiet curse, then reaches a decision. He reaches out, his palm splayed against the closest wall. On an abrupt powersurge, the bar's lights flicker on a dull zzzt before the room shutters into perfect darkness. Except Hei already has a snapshot of its periphery, of the positions of its patrons. In the ensuing commotion -- "Heyyyy - What the fuck?!" -- "Who turned the lights off?!?" -- it's easy to dodge and weave between the crowd. Korra may feel herself encircled into a stranger's grasp, then lifted and carried out the back. She's light as a featherduster, and Hei shakes his head as he bears her swiftly through the alley and out to the pitted road a few blocks away from the bar. ]
Good thing possession is 9/10s of the law.