Pro-Bending did have it's perks, he had to admit. It wasnt mercinary work, but at least he still got to break some bones. The fangirls were a great perk, too.
The 16-year-old stretched out after an invigorating session with a particularly enthusiastic fan who would no doubt have her own story to tell among the others who had the privilage of gracing his bed. Or theirs. Or the hotel. Or even the locker room, he wasnt very picky.
He dressed himself and walked out of the hotel room, leaving a few more hour's worth of yuans for the girl still asleep in the room as a courtesy at the front desk, then headed back home.
Mako, naturally, was blissfully unaware of Bolin's newfound taste of Pro-Bending perks, having somehow deluded himself into thinking Bolin was just simply flattered by girl's attentions instead of playing eeny-meeny-miny-mo with the group to pick who would be the next notch on his headboard. He was hormonal and sixteen, not some prepubescent virgin. He had to physically restrain himself form laughing when Mako sat down and had 'The Talk' with him, and what to do when the girls 'lied' about having bedded Bolin of the Fire Ferrets for fake bragging rights.
About a year too late, bro, but an A for effort.
But really, not even HALF the girls he managed to bed even came forward. Amazing, really, what a wad of hush-money could accomplish. But even that didnt ward off Mako's warnings of not getting too emotionaly caught up in the fan hype.
More internal scoffing. It wasnt like there was anyone who could REMOTELY capture his interest. Ah, well, he thought. Time to get in some last-minute training before his match with the Tigerdillos tonight.