A/n: Hey guys. Hey guys, guess what? Not only did Secrets hit over 50 reviews by chapter six, it has 100 alerts. My heart was flipping out because this thing has only been up 15 days, guys. 15 days. I am having moments left and right right now.

Okay, so since you guys met my last challenge, I'm wondering if you can meet my next one. Let's try and hit 70 reviews before chapter 7. Think we can do it? I think you can, and if we do even better than that, I might just release the next chapter early.

Chapter 6: Tab

The first thing that came to mind as she sat in the bar was Tenzin's disapproving face.

If Tenzin could see her now, he would definitely be disappointed.

Not that she blamed him. The Avatar, his charge, was sitting in a bar and drinking fire-whiskey like water despite being very under-aged. To be honest, she was pretty disappointed in herself.

That didn't stop her from taking another sip of her fire-whiskey though, wincing slightly as the alcohol burned her throat.

"Rough night?"

Korra looked up to see Tahno beside her, and lowered her gaze back to the bar counter. They both knew he didn't have to ask. The bloodied bandage on her arm lay as an open secret between them. The question was merely to fill the silence.

Korra tiredly raked a hand through her hair, mindful not to jar what was probably a sprained muscle in her arm.

"Something like that," she sighed.

Quietly, Tahno took the seat next to her. When she didn't shoo him away, he deemed it safe to stay. "You going to be okay?" he asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

At his touch, Korra sharply inhaled as images assailed her mind—of the night's failed raid, of electric blues and the smell of burnt hair, of the cold impersonal touch where an Equalist glove had been where Tahno's hand was now and they were getting smarter now. They were getting faster they were getting better and they almost got her and—

At the gentle shaking of her shoulder, Korra collected herself and struggled to remember how to breathe. Meditative breaths, she told herself, 'Clear your mind.'

Because it's bad enough the Equalists are everywhere and the last thing you need is for them to be in your mind too and—

"I'll be fine," she said evasively as she drained her drink, staring into the bottom of the empty glass. She could feel Tahno's gaze on her face. He was obviously not impressed with her half-hearted lie, but thankfully did not press and instead waved the bartender over.

"I'll have what she's having, and give her another round, will ya?"

Korra reached back into her pants pocket, mind calculating how much more her wallet could take her drinking for the night when she felt a hand over hers, pushing it down.

"I'll cover it, Uh-vatar. Don't worry," he told her as he nudged her glass back towards her, now full of the rich amber-colored liquid. She stared at it with apprehension, but after a moment of debate with herself, finally accepted the drink into her hands. However, her troubled look did not leave her.

"Tahno…not that I'm not grateful or anything, but where do you get the money to pay for all of this?"

For the past few months, whenever she had run into Tahno, he would treat her to a meal, and while it wasn't like she hated it—he had shown her where to find some of the best custard tarts in the city, after all—it was worrisome to her. If he was living off what he had won from the past championships, she didn't want to be an added financial burden and she had hoped he would tell her how he was managing to pay for everything.

But try as she might, he refused to answer and instead motioned for the bartender to refill her drink the whole night, again and again and again.

Okay, it was short, I know. But I had to set this up for something later. Next chapter is the first doozy where we learn a bit more about Tahno (and you find out which background canon I got hooked into).

And for the people who are asking for longer chapters, chapter 10 is almost 3,000 words and I'm still not done writing yet. See, all good things come in good time. Review please!