AN: Here's part two. :)
Korra chilled in a back room with the other two members of an up and coming band she had joined. Bolin and Mako were her best friends now (didn't hurt that they were attractive males).
"I heard Tahno's band is looking for an opening act," she offered. "It'd be a good opportunity for us."
Bolin tried to contain the laughter that bubbled out. Mako looked slightly amused. "We aren't exactly on the best terms with Tahno. We're, um, arch rivals. We have history with the jerk."
"History?"
"Yeah, we went to school together. He was the principal's son. Pretty much could do whatever the hell he wanted to do. We were all in a music class together. It didn't go well."
Korra glared, "Are you kidding me right now?"
Bolin frowned, "What?"
"You're gonna let some stupid high school drama get in the way of your career? Seriously?" She spat out angrily.
Mako leaned back, stretching. "You know what I think, Korra? I think you just want to meet Tahno. Like some pathetic teenage girl."
"Shut up, Mako. We're a team," Bolin interjected.
"No, let's go for it. Just wait till Tahno laughs in our faces," Mako smirked.
Korra huffed and left.
"Way to go, bro. You might've just lost a girlfriend with that smooth talking," Bolin muttered to his older brother.
They slid into a booth, Korra pointedly not sitting next to Mako.
Tahno was late. Really late. Korra's eyelids started dropping.
"Well, he's obviously not coming," Mako said a little too cheerily.
"You might've spoken too soon, bro."
Tahno swaggered in, flipping his ridiculous hair.
He scanned the tables before finding theirs and doing a double take at seeing Korra.
"What are you doing with these losers, darling?" He smirked at The brothers' confusion.
"This is my band, Tahno," Korra tiredly gestured to Mako and Bolin.
"If you want to hear how a real pro sings, I could give you some private lessons," Tahno raised an eyebrow suggestively. Mako growled in warning.
Korra rose from her seat, glaring at Tahno's not-so-subtle flirtation. "You wanna go toe to toe with me, pretty boy?" She muttered.
"Go for it," he grinned, "I'll even give you the first shot."
AN: teehee.
