He didn't really mind it that much. The pub, that is. Over a course of who knows how long, Tahno could now name the regulars. After all, they were just like him. Normal. And he certainly didn't mind watching the pretty girl get worked up every time she ran into him. Come to think of it, she had started to frequent the place. Could she be as broken as he was? But she was different this time. Too confident. Korra, the girl-no the Avatar, was drunk. She stumbled over her feet spilling her drink on his lap.
"Korra, you're drunk." Tahno looked at the seventeen year old, shocked.
"And you're not? How about those private lessons, Pretty Boy?"
Tahno was taken aback. He had forgotten all about them, not that he could teach her anyways. Sure, it had been an euphemism for sex, but he had actually wanted to help her with her bending. She was different. Her movements were fluid, calm, and completely different from the Foggy Swamp benders. There was something about her he couldn't put his finger on.
"Well? Are you gonna teach me or not?" Korra slid her hand across his shoulders and started down his back.
"Another time, Uhvatar. I want it to be from knowing lips, not drunk."
Korra's lips slid down into a pout, "Amon really did change you." She stated to leave, "Tahno, if you change your mind, you know where to find me."
Tahno pondered what she had said. He had changed. He smiled the first since he lost his bending. "Drunken rambles reveal sober thoughts. And Korra, you've got a lot." Tahno let a laugh slip out. He walked out of the pub, lost in thought about waterbending with a certain girl. She'd be his in the future. After all, his offer still stands.
Yes, I named it after a song called, Orinoco Flow. This will be a dabble series, they may/may not be related.