So… This is what happened when I listen to too much club music and then BOOM. AU Modern Makorra. I can't decide if it's a one shot or not. You decide.


She didn't feel like standing in line tonight. She didn't want the publicity. She had on her asymmetrical crop top, her hair was up, and her shorts were the best ripped up pair she had, not to mention her fingerless gloves and black and white sneakers. She used some clever waterbending and froze the lock on the back door in the alley behind the club, kicking in the door. She scared a busboy who was about to call for help as he dropped his tray but she held a finger to her lips, closing the door behind her. He knew who she was and why she was here. She just needed to let loose. And he wasn't about to tattle on the Avatar. She smiled as he nodded in understanding, picking up his tray and scurrying to the bar, determined to not a say a word.

She walked through the maze of halls that went passed private booths like she owned the joint, the doorways covered in beads for privacy. She didn't look into them. Tonight wasn't about finding someone, it was about her. The closer she got to the dance floor the more she could feel the bass vibrating in her sternum, making her blood rush. Soon the flashing lights and drowning music surrounded her as she reached her destination, the sea of people parting for her as she made her way to the DJ to make a line of requests, of which he gladly played for her.

When the tracks started to run she was in the middle of the floor and started to dance like it was all she knew how to do. You could see the bending forms in her dancing and she didn't care that people were watching. The music moved her limbs for her and she could feel the stress leaving her body with every swing of her arms, every twirl of her hips. Sweat ran down her neck into her cleavage and down her spine but she didn't care. She was ready to dance until she felt like she was going to pass out. The girls and guys were mostly watching her move and barely dancing themselves. She was a show stopper.

It was about the third track when he noticed her. it was hard not to, there was a huge circle with her lost in the music in the center. he saw the scene from the bar and just watched her move, completely unaware of who she was or why she was dancing alone. he looked to his glass and took a deep breath, downing the rest of his liquor. he wiped his mouth the back of his gloved hand and straightened his leather vest, standing up and making his way to the circle. He watched her and it was an incredible sight to see; like probending and dancing came together in this watertribe goddess. Instantly he felt like a fire was lit inside of him and he walked past the people encircling her, coming up behind her and putting a hand on her shoulder; a very brave move for him, considering he had no idea not only who she was but no idea how to even deal with women at all. It must have been the alcohol.

She turned and looked up at him as his hand fell to his side, waiting for him to say something. he just stared at her and she looked him up and down. He wasn't bad looking. in fact, in her opinion, he was really quite handsome. But there was something else about him. Something that clicked. She smiled a crooked grin and reached for his black tie that laid perfectly against his white fitted tee, tugging on it so he came down to her level.

"Think you can handle this, cool guy?" She said and let him go, putting her hands on her hips and waiting for his reply. Normally he wouldn't know what to say, but there was something about sake that just turned him into Mr. Smooth. he looked to the DJ and they met eyes. Mako was a regular and he knew which song he wanted to hear. He looked back to her and smiled.

"Let's let our bodies do the talking."

The track started and it was more rock than club music, but it was perfect for the situation. They began to dance together, becoming a spectacle to everyone in the club. Their dance was the same as hers before, like sparring and dancing at the same time. At times their bodies were pressed together, others, she was dodging way from his swings. She twirled around him in circular motions, making him switch his stances constantly, but it wasn't as if he was moving unnaturally. He was fixated on her, only aware of her and her movements. their sweat made their clothes stick to their bodies and neither cared. When they ended, their bodies were pressed together and their eyes were locked, both of ther chests heaving.

Another track started to play but their weren't dancing. They just stayed wrapped around each other, coming down from their highs. She smiled and finally backed away from him.

"Can I use your phone?"

"Uh sure…" he said and he dug in his jean pockets, handing the black square over to her. She dialed a number and the phone in her pocket started to go off. She messed around for a few more second and handed his phone back to him. She gave him a wink and tugged on his tie again.

"Call me sometime." She said and smiled, walking off to the back of the club to go home. he was a little dumbstruck and looked in his phone. There, in his favorites, was a number with the name "Korra" attached.

Wait. Korra? As in Avatar Korra? He thought to himself and started to feel a little panicky. he walked over to the bar and paid his tab before walking out the front door, wondering if it was already too soon to call her.


End Note: The song they danced to was Lucky Strike by Maroon 5