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The thick smog that intoxicated the small show room didn't seem to lower any guests intent to dance the night away. Anyone who came to the club wished to ease their troubles away, and drinking along with smoking was their escape. With the Prohibition in full swing, anyone would be itching to get any tasty drink around these parts. Which is why this little club called the Wolf-Bat Lair was such a great hit.

You've got it all; beautiful women, talented musicians, great drinks, and the one and only Tahno. All the women would come for him, and all the men wanted to be him. It wasn't as if he was incredibly difficult to search for, either. There was a certain aura he would have, it had an alluring sense of confidence that anyone could clearly see. Let alone the fact that he had the gorgeous curly locks and lustful blue eyes, he wasn't exactly a hidden treasure. The smell of cigarettes would follow him everywhere, so he would drown it in a cologne that seemed too expensive for anyone else to own ...

He was famous in Republic City, along with his three other friends, that they became know as the Wolf-Bats. The whispers of their actions would echo down all the streets... 'Did you see the Wolf-Bats last night?' 'Those Wolf-Bats have such a sultry air to them!' I'd give anything for just one night...'

Tahno found each of these to be compliments. He loved being the center of everyone's world, especially his own. The club's atmosphere was the same as every nights', everyone was enjoying themselves and getting drunk beyond reason. Most people drank until they fell on the dance floor, much to his pleasure. He shifted his balance onto the stool behind him and swiveled to face the bartender with his bright white teeth and alluring smirk.

"Some wine would be wonderful, sweets. My throats' just so dry..." His over exaggerated gesture of rubbing his fingers over his adams apple cause the woman to chuckle, grabbing the wine bottle and pouring him another glass. With a small wink and nod, he took the glass and swiveled back to the crowd of drunkards.

Only... There was a new guest who stood on the opposite side of the floor, their hat shadowing their features. His brow quirked when he took another sip, eyes entrapped with the new guest. It wasn't a regular, that he was sure of.

Wondering if he should investigate the other person, his attention was brought to the woman standing before the mic. Her frame seemed built from the gods themselves; each curve exactly where they should be. The contrast of hair and skin was flawless, snow white skin and dark black hair that curtained her shoulders. Her makeup consisted of dark reds and purples, and her lips were as red as blood. She was a marvel, a treasure even. Something Tahno wanted to have. The air of superiority the woman had made him smirk, and her gaze was placed on the crowd in front of her. With a giggle that displayed her pearl teeth, she spoke in an sultry tone.

"I hope you all are having a good time tonight... My name's Asami Sato, and I'll be singing some smooth jazz for you all tonight. So kick back and dance the night away." Her wink did not go unnoticed as the many men in the club hooted and hollared, even the suspicious stranger in the corner. Tahno scoffed and rose his drink to the girl, her song beginning.

After his glass was emptied Tahno rose from his seat to observe the guests this evening. His eyes landed on the reporter who had been coming in recently, almost every night. The boy had wavy black hair, and it was kept in a somewhat messy manner. His green eyes were so bright that it could stop anyone in their tracks, along with his muscles. He seemed to know who was who... And he was friendly. Strutting over to the reporter, he took the empty stool next to him and avoided all eye contact.

"Bolin, was it?" he inquired, elbows resting on the counter as he faced the beautiful Asami. Bolin was stunned at the sudden conversation he was having, let alone that it was with the legendary Tahno. With a quick gulp of his beer his eyes widened, and he began to stutter.

"Um... Y-Yeah! My name's errrr.. Bolin! Aren't you um.. Tahno?" His eyes shifted from side to side, wondering if anyone else was experiencing what he was at this moment.

"You've got that right, kid. From my guess, you know a lot of people. Mind telling me who that fellow is over there?" Tahno pointed at the person in the corner, their hat up and their attention at the singer. Bolin registered the face quite quickly and shook his head violently, his brows furrowed.

"That's a friend of my Boss, her name's Korra. She always dresses up in blue suits and stuff... Don't know why."

Tahno rose his brows in shock, but his expression remained stoic. So, it was a woman... That's his one for the night. "Tch... I see. Thanks."

He patted Bolin on the back before sneaking his way to this Korra. If she thought she could hide from him, she's got another thing coming. She doesn't seem like the others'... That's for sure. That inticed Tahno even more.

Making his way behind her, he could see her obvious feminine features. Her round face, long hair... She didn't even hide her chest. The biggest thing that caught his attention was her eyes. Crisp and bright, the color of the ocean. After staring at the marvel for a few seconds, her expression became disgusted and her glare was prominent.

"Anything you want? You've kinda just been staring at me for a bit. It's gross..." Her voice was harsh, but not enough to sting Tahno. If anything, this served to be a challenge. One he won't pass down easily. Leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and his smug attitude grew.

"Ah, attitude. My favorite flavor... Mind me asking why a girl like you is playing dress up? Shouldn't you be like the other girls? I heard sequences are in now, and they'd look nice in you." He wasn't necessarily trying to be rude, it just came out as so. Korra immediately sucked her teeth, turning away from him as she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not into dresses. But I bet you are... Pretty Boy."

His brows furrowed as her three last syllables reached his ears. Sure, he put some effort into his appearance, but that wasn't something awful. She wouldn't win this yet...

"Oh, so you find me pretty? Well, isn't that adorable. Didn't think you had it in you, to be quite honest." his eyes displayed his charisma, and his smirk was a matching icon. Korra let out a loud scoff and turned to face him. The anger she had in her grew as she was face to face with this wretched man.

"Listen, idiot. I'm not into you. Your slimy appearance is gross, and you look like you've humped every chick in this joint. How 'bout you leave me be while your face still looks pretty?" her knuckles cracked and her brows furrowed. One more comment and he'd be on the ground, she was sure of it.

"You say that yet you still call me pretty... Whatever. I'll be back. Maybe then you'll finally see straight." he chuckled as he walked off, but not before he ducked and missed a flying glass from the girl. The other patrons in the club stared in shock, but shrugged of the projectile since it isn't the first time someone did that. This would prove to be very entertaining to him... Enough to satiate his boredom. That proved to be harder than he expected it to be.

As he began his saunter back to the counter, the beautiful Asami had decided to take a small respite and drink. The gods seem to work in mysterious ways... At least that's what Tahno thought. The woman looked gorgeous from up close, her eyes a glorious light green. Her smile had the oddest sense of charm to it, one that could clear anyone's sorrows away. Overall, she was a finely crafted human. One Tahno would do anything to have. Leaning onto the counter, he gestured towards the bartender with a smile.

"Excuse me, all drinks for our wonderful guest here are on me. With a voice like that, you must be parched." His smile was soft, and he landed his hand right beside her's.

"I am, actually. Singing for some time gives me a headache... But that doesn't seem to be the case currently." her eyes met his, and she couldn't help but smirk. Folding her legs slowly, she took a sip of her wine and smiled.

"Then we should definitely fix that, in my opinion. My name's Tahno, and I take it you're Asami Sato. You're quite famous around these parts for your voice and... Many other things." he smirked, and Asami couldn't help but chuckle. She subtly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stared back at him.

"Many other things? I hope they aren't awful slanders... "

"Of course not. They're just comments on your beauty. They certainly didn't lie..." his smirk grew again, and Asami couldn't help but smile in reply.

"Even so, nothing will come from flattery. Thank you for the drinks, however. I'll see you, Tahno." placing her glass on the counter, she walked back to the stage with her hips swaying.

She was one of the seven wonders of the world... And she'll be back. Her and that Korra.

As she began her next song, Tahno sighed and stared at the many decorations that were placed on the walls. One in particular was a new article about recent gang attacks... And the vigilante that stopped them called 'The Avatar.' This wasn't the first time the name was brought up. Every lifetime someone would take up the fight against crime and go under the incognito known as 'The Avatar', with four different color suits that would repeat themselves in a cycle. Blue, beige, red, and green... It would always be to no avail because crime would never end... But it was a good way to give people hope. Hope Tahno didn't dare bother with believing. His life was comfortable without this altruistic thought of hope, just working hard. Things happen for a reason... He can't change that. Might as well live his life to the fullest.


Hours past before the crowd of drunkards thinned, and the many women who came to speak to Tahno often had private moments with him... But he soon found himself bored with the girls and of dancing. The sun would rise soon...

As he made his way towards the exit, his arm was yanked and he turned to face who was before him. The same tanned girl from earlier was there,her arms crossed and glare sharp.

"Did you honestly think you could leave before you apologized?" her hips shifted to one side, awaiting his answer.

With a scoff he rubbed his neck, trying to form a decent thought.

"Fine, I apologize for trying to have some alone time with you and show you what you're missing out on. Is that what you wish to hear?" he smirked.

Korra could feel a small rush if blood hit her cheeks, and instead punched the man in the arm. She didn't hold back, and he groaned in pain before grabbing his arm.

"Watch yourself, Pretty Boy. I don't play nice." she remarked before exited the club.

"No, but I might have an idea how you do play..." he mumbled, rubbing his arm and leaving the club before he sustains another injury.


The lights glistened in Republic City, the night fading away with small gleams if sunshine. The only sound that could be heard was the crickets, and the spews of cusses from the mad man down the block. Tahno could barely hear his words, but he could gather that it had something to do with the man's bush... Best to avoid him.

Tahno enjoyed the short walk to his apartment whenever he left the club. It allowed him to gather his thoughts, and not have to put his persona on. He could ponder what really bothered him, and not have to worry on someone intruding in his business. It was his favorite time of the day.

Slithering a hand into his front pocket, he allowed the other one to comb through his hair as he sighed. How much longer will he keep this charade going? Sure, this job was easy. But he wanted something more than just looking pretty and drinking the night away. The investment in the club was a good move, seeing as how popular it is now. Business won't falter for awhile... But his spirits might. He can't fix his life up now, but he could at least try to have some meaning in it.

Turning the corner onto his apartment, he allowed another sigh to escape his lips. How many years has he had this apartment? The thought escaped him as he puts the key and turns it, entering his current niche. While he might lead a flirtatious and wild life, his apartment didn't reflect that in the slightest. White and gray walls, classy furniture and modern decor, it seemed as if it was an advertisement for a furniture store. It was the only stable thing he had.

Placing his expensive jacket on the rack and removing his clothes, he flopped onto his bed and said his good night to the world. He needs to be fully rested for another night of partying...