In response to both reviews: characters lie. So yeah. Read on. The problem will be remedied. Lol

In the excitement of the Fire Ferrets winning their first match of the tournament, Bolin kissed Korra. It was an innocent peck (and on the cheek, no less) but it sent her heart flying. She seized his hand immediately after and dragged him out to the dance floor, where he proceeded to send her twirling and whirling until she was breathless.

It wasn't until she insisted she sit and rest that she remembered the Bolin's fangirls from earlier. He'll take you to dinner and dancing… doesn't care… drape across his arm at parties. She frowned for a moment, gnawing on her lower lip, but then Bolin plopped down next to her and handed her something so wonderful and delicious (so this is alcohol).

It only took one fruity little drink to get Korra more than tipsy, and Mako forbade Bolin, who thought it was hilarious, from buying her anymore. "C'mon, bro! Look at her!" Bolin chuckled, watching as Korra expressed her deep love for everyone in the bar.

"-and-and-and we are so grateful for your support! The Fire Ferrets are-hic- going to go-hic- all the way-hic-!" Korra announced. The bar erupted into cheers, and Bolin fell off his stool laughing at the young Avatar.

Korra skipped all the way back to the brothers' apartment (some adoring fans had bought her a few more drinks before Mako had noticed and threatened to burn their noses off), singing and giggling. After the match Tenzin had agreed to let Korra stay the night since they'd would be out late celebrating, so when they reached the apartment Bolin began to fix up their couch for her to sleep on.

"Bolin… Bolin!" Korra hissed quietly when Mako stepped out of the room to hunt for an extra pillow. Korra lashed out and grabbed Bolin's collar, dragging him towards her. "I met some people today." Korra had Bolin in a surprisingly tight grip, and his nose brushed lightly against hers. A blush graced his cheeks.

"Ah, yeah, yeah me too. Um, Korra?" Bolin tried to squirm away but Korra threw her arm around the earthbender's neck and dragged him down to the couch. He was bent over at an uncomfortable angle, his face squashed into the cushion, unable to breathe.

"Hush," Korra said brusquely. "These were not very nice people. Not very nice girls." At this point, Korra hesitates, and Bolin is able to extract himself from the couch's embrace. He knelt down next to the Avatar. Korra gives him a meaningful look. "Your girls."

"Oh." Bolin has the good grace to look ashamed. "Um, what did these girls say?"

Korra grasped Bolin's face in between her hands, enjoying the scrape of his stubble on her palm. "A load of penguin dung," she whispered, leaning in. Bolin tried to tactfully retreat, but she was holding his face far too tightly now. Suddenly drunk Korra wasn't so funny, she was unpredictable and ruining the plans he had for their first kiss—

"C'mon, lovebirds, it's time for bed," Mako said, grabbing Bolin's hair and yanking his brother away from the drunk girl on their couch. Korra pouted, and gave Bolin the I'm-watching-you-sign with her index finger and pinky. Bolin's face was practically vermillion as he fled to their room. As soon as Mako followed, the younger brother slammed the door, catching one glimpse of Korra already passed out on their couch.

"Did you see that?" Bolin demanded. "She nearly kissed me!"

Mako whirled around, grabbed Bolin by the front of his shirt, and slammed him up against the wall. "We need to talk," he snarled.