Author's Note: Hello, everyone. I'm sorry I took so long with this chapter, I just wanted to make this chapter fun. I know it's a bit on the shorter side, but I hope you'll be satisfied. All feedback is appreciated. Thanks!

"C'mon, Mako! It'll be fun! Remember how we used to destroy Hasook's place?" Bolin, like the actor he was, waved exaggeratedly.

"I just don't think the Chief and Kya would appreciate that sort of thing happening to their apartment-"

"Listen, Mako," Kuvira interrupted, nudging Bolin aside and placing her hand firmly on Mako's shoulder. "When's the next time you'll get the chance to have fun with some people your age? I get that Lin and Kya can train you and take you on trips to wherever, but you're young and they aren't. We are." She gestured at herself, Bolin, Wei, Wing, and Opal, who were standing at one side of the threshold of Mako's bedroom.

"Besides, it's the Festival of Changyen," added Wei, peering over his adoptive sister's shoulder. "You're supposed to be with your family and friends."

Mako massaged the bridge of his nose. "It's the Festival of Yangchen, Wei. Not Changyen."

"Still, Mako," added Wing, "quit being such a square."

"But what if it all goes crazy? What happens if we all get hammered and destroy the place?" Mako grasped at excuses to prevent the inevitable.

"Airbender's honor, we'll clean it up," Opal chimed in.

Mako gave up. The Chief would kill him, but he'd put in some overtime on triad stuff to make it up to her. "Fine. Come in." He stepped away from the door and allowed the group to troop in. Bolin brought in a radio, placing it on the floor near one end of the room before turning on some modern popular music station. The others each carried a jug or two of some cheap corn liquor, which Mako assumed they'd gotten on the way north from Zaofu. One jug was handed to him, and he decided to take a small swig just to taste it. The liquor's kick had him struggling to stay upright.

Eventually, everything became a blur, still accompanied by the raunchy ragtime blaring out of the radio. At some point, though Mako wasn't sure when, Bolin convinced him to have a few more shots of the liquor, after which everything became wobbly and the fact that Wei and Wing were clumsily creating dents in the wall with a small power disk didn't bother him. Bolin and Opal were passed out intertwined on his bed, from what he could see. Slumped next to him, Kuvira woozily bent a small bit of meteorite metal into various impressively detailed but slightly distorted phalluses. He gave up on trying to figure out when he'd wake up and allowed himself to slump onto her shoulder, close his eyes, and sleep.

Returning from the shopping trip — feeding the huge populace of the apartment for the holidays required no small amount of food — Lin, with Kya not far behind her, carefully prodded open the door, peeking around to find the entire young adult population of the apartment passed out in a drunken stupor on the floor, still accompanied by the faithful radio. She found the liquor jugs, which she had recently confiscated from the Senlin Street Boar-q-pine Triad and which Kya had made her hand to the Zaofu kids, lying empty on the floor. The radio, another score from a triad raid, looked to be in working order — better than expected, given that she had thought it would be rubble on the floor at this point.

"K, your plan worked."

"He's made friends?"

"Yeah. Take a look." As Kya peered into the room, Lin draped an arm over her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. "That was very creative, K."

Kya wrapped her arm around her wife's waist and began driving her down the hall to their own bedroom. "Want to see just how creative I can be, Linny?"