A/N:

Just a cutesy little missing scene/drabble that I felt compelled to write!

Iroh was tired. He was tired, he was out on the road at one o'clock in the morning, and there was absolutely nothing of value playing on the radio.

Basically, Iroh was not happy.

He pulled up into the driveway of the house that Mako had messaged him the address to. There were kids everywhere, drunk, stoned, and what have you.

Iroh rolled his eyes, parked his car, and got out.

He'd gone to his fair share of parties when he had been in high school, so he really couldn't judge any of these kids, including Korra.

Besides, they had no idea what was waiting for them when they hit college.

He made his way into the house, occasionally having to back himself into the wall in order to avoid being run over. He knew that he looked way too old to be at a party like this, but no one seemed to pay him any mind. That was good.

And then he spotted her. She was clinging onto some tall guy with lean muscles and a worried frown on his face. Probably Mako. He was trying to keep Korra from falling over onto the floor.

"Hey," Iroh greeted, walking up to them and then reaching out and placing a steadying hand onto Korra's shoulder.

"Took you long enough," Mako grumbled irritably.

Iroh narrowed his golden eyes. "Sorry. I only had to get out of bed, throw clothes on, and drive all the way over here from my apartment, which is on the other side of town."

Mako sucked in his cheeks, clearly forcing himself not to say anything.

Iroh didn't remember being that rude when he was eighteen, but whatever. He was usually the drunk one at these kinds of parties, so there was that to consider.

Iroh spread his arms out. "Give her to me."

Mako frowned, but complied, carefully moving a glassy eyed and giggling Korra into Iroh's grip.

Iroh's employee rolled her head back against his shoulder and gazed up at him. "Oh, hey Iroh! What are you doing here? Mako and I were just talking about how he jerks off to the thought of me."

The Mako kid looked horrified. "I mean, she's drunk! She has no idea what she's talking about! I don't even know where she got that idea…"

Iroh was pretty good at knowing when someone was lying. He was trying very hard not to smile. "Yeah, okay. Sure."

Mako swallowed and said nothing.

Iroh wrapped a secure arm around Korra's waist and turned the both of them toward the door. "All right. I'm taking her back to my apartment and she can crash on my couch."

Mako nodded.

Iroh tilted his head toward him respectfully. "Thanks for calling me, man. It was decent of you."

Mako nodded again. "Just, don't fire her." And then he patted the top of Korra's head. "Oh, by the way, she's been in the bathroom puking a lot this past half hour. Just to warn you."

Great. Just great.

"Fuck, Korra, how much did you have to drink?!"

The girl was hurling all over the side of the road. She briefly straightened her back in order to answer him. "Just a couple of cups! And it was punch! Munch Punch!"

Iroh furrowed his thick eyebrows. "What? Munch Punch? Do you mean Hunch Punch?"

"Oh! Yeah—" She leaned forward and started vomiting again before she could say anymore.

"Korra, you realize that Hunch Punch is normally chock full of Everclear?"

"What's Everclear?"

"Oh my god."

Korra was starting to calm down. She wasn't jabbering quite as much. She'd only thrown up her hands and exclaimed, "What am I doing?" two times.

That was when Iroh made the grave mistake of allowing her to fiddle with the radio. She managed to find the station playing One Direction in less than five seconds.

It was going to be a long night.

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