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** Wrecked

She was drunker than she thought humanly possible. Her body was no longer hers to control, so she just laid inside herself like a melted pool of Korra, waiting for someone to save her.

"Korra!" A drunk Bolin stumbled into the seat next to her, his drink spilling over the side. Bolin chuckled at the wet spot on his shirt before gulping down the rest of his drink.

She parted her lips to speak, but she was too intoxicated to form proper words. Instead, a sloppy smile spread across her face.

Bolin leaned over towards her, green eyes cloudy and unfocused. "You are so, so beautiful," he nearly shouted. "I'm falling in love with you!"

Korra giggled, reaching out a hand to touch his face only to miss and have it fall lamely at her side. Fatigue weighed down on her and suddenly she wanted to sleep more than anything. "Bo." Her voice came out strange. "Jus' let me sleep," she slurred, her head falling to the arm of the chair.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He jumped up from his seat only to stumble and fall to his knees.

She laughed again and shook her head slowly and dramatically. "No, no, no!"

He tried to stand up, only to fall back down again. "I'll find Mako for you!" He crawled to the door. "Stay there!" He yelled as she watched his backside disappeared from the room.

Korra stayed slumped in the chair, weighed down by all the liquor she was now regretting. She wanted to be sober again. She had had her fun but now she wanted to be back in control.

"Korra?" Korra groaned and rolled her head to find the source of Mako's voice, only to find… Mako.

"Hey," she said with a lame flap of her hand.

An angry Mako shook his head. "I can't believe you got this drunk," he chastised, coming over to her. "How am I supposed to get you home?"

She struggled to hold her limp arms out to him. "Carry me?" She finished with a toothy smile.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine." He scooped her up with ease, cradling her against his chest. "Don't throw up on me."

Korra shook her head before nuzzling herself into his chest. "Won't happen," she said breathlessly.

He moved quickly, taking her away from the party and out into the cold city air. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent that lingered on his clothes; ash and winter. Already, she could feel the sleep that threatened to take her under, but she couldn't fall asleep now – not when she had him this close.

"I feel s'safe with you."

He stopped in his tracks. Her words hit him harder than Ms. Sato on her moped had. Harder than when those words had come out of said women's mouth.

"Just go to sleep Korra. You'll be home soon." He picked up his pace.

She grinned into his shirt. "I am home," she mumbled.

"Korra, I-" but his words were cut short by a soft snoring. He glanced down at the mess of a girl in his arms. Had she really fallen asleep that fast?

He tried to shake off her words, but even as he was laying his own head down to sleep they still nagged at him. No, he tried to reassure himself, it was probably just the alcohol talking.

Makorra, Makorra, Makorra. I can't get enough of Makorra.

Korra's a lazy drunk ;)

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