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[arclightning]

Why not? I think they'd suit you. Match your hair. Live a little, Raleigh. You're in a new world.

[righthemisphere]

Literally never going to happen. I don't act. He is very insistent.

Plus so revealing??

1 / 2

[arclightning]

I haven't actually seen the costume, let me ask him

2 / 2, about fifteen minutes later

[arclightning]

Who the fuck would wear that! Nevermind! I take it back!

[righthemisphere]

[Snort]

I'm flattered but



Just. No.

tmi I guess but I'm drunk so you also get to know that I'd fall out of that speedo almost immediately

[arclightning]

But it looks pretty t

[arclightning]

[ ...ight.......... ]

[arclightning]

definitely don't wear that thing

I'll tell Bolin

You should still audition

You could use some fun.

[righthemisphere]

That would not be fun for me.

I'm all for supporting the arts and he has said some flattering(?) things(????) but I don't really think I'm an on stage kind of guy these days. I'll help with the sets or whatever if you want but that's probably my limit.

He should ask Chuck, though. I would support that.

Speaking of fun, wanna come over and smash some stuff?

[arclightning]

What do you need smashed?

Or is this just the for-fun kind of smashing.

[righthemisphere]

Fun smashing. You in?

[arclightning]

Definitely. Now?

[ Better be because he's already packing up some food for Chuck and Raleigh both! ]

[righthemisphere]

Yeah get over here. Lantern brings you to the front gate. I'm around back.

[Good! He's got eggs for you boys, anyway.]

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[arclightning]

Be right there.

[ And true to form, within about ten minutes, Mako is shifting through the lanterns, shaking off the strangeness of just teleporting with his arms full of bundles of dried noodles he made. He's never liked the feeling of just shifting places, and that's still true. His stomach is still roiling a little bit as he makes his way around to the back of the house. ]

Raleigh! I'm not just gonna put this stuff outside. Open up the house for a second.

wow notifs can suck my butt

[righthemisphere]

[It's a weird sensation but it does make travel more convenient, especially for Raleigh who lives out in the middle of nowhere far, far away from the city. No real change from Deerington, he supposes, just farther. At least Clarke Acres had been (a long) walking distance.

Light is spilling out from the barn, casting shadows out into the inky sky. The spectacle is joined by the wispy smell of smoke in the air but it's mellowed with the feeling of intention. There is no danger, no raging worry, just a drunk firebender screwing around in his barn.

The illuminations calm when Mako calls and Raleigh appears in the door with a wide smile, arms held out as he comes to greet his friend, clap him on the shoulder and offer his hands to help lighten the load.]

Mako! What is all this stuff, where did you find noodles?

[Smashing stuff can wait a minute- and he takes them inside. Spaghetti, ever the opportunist, was laying up on the roof of the back porch and wolf whistles at Mako in greeting before dropping down to follow them in. Raleigh ignores her.]

Chuck's asleep just so you know. Do you want a drink? We've got wine, beer, and moonshine.

ROOD NOTIFS

[arclightning]

Made 'em.

[ The smell of smoke is a comfortable thing: Mako's spent enough time around fire to know it inside and out, to be able to breathe it in with a vague sense of home and smile, just a little. Mako pushes some of the stuff into Raleigh's arms with a small mutter of thanks, lets himself be clapped with an odd feeling in his belly (acceptance, for which he has no real name).

He also takes a moment to roll his eyes at Spaghetti. ]

Moonshine?

[ Apparently not a word that translates well because Mako has no idea what to make of it. ]

[righthemisphere]

Wow.. these are amazing [In such awe about the noodles. Mako has made them a lot in the past but bringing them all these hits different. It's so thoughtful and kind and he appreciates it a lot.

And then about the drink, Raleigh chuckles to himself and pulls down a mason type jar from the cupboard containing a clear, innocent looking liquid.]

It's grain spirit. Not.. spirits spirits. But Liquor.

[He isn't sure if he needs to specify. Never know with you.]

Back in my world we went through a time in history where the government banned alcohol. And of course that was never gonna stop anyone so people started making it at home at night by moonlight and drinking it in secret bars called speakeasies. But it's basically whiskey.

[arclightning]

Oh. So it's just illegal alcohol.

[ Mako holds out a hand for the jar, looking skeptically at it for a moment before he glances up at Raleigh. ]

Did... you make it?

[righthemisphere]

[jUsT iLlEgAl AlCaHol tch

Raleigh hands it over and nods with a hum.]

Mhm, Chuck did. He's been working on it for ages. It's pretty good if you think you can handle it~

[arclightning]

That a good idea when you're throwing fire around?

[ Mako's not exactly as competitive as he used to be, although there is still a flare of it in him at Raleigh's words (of course he can handle it! He can handle anything!) that he tamps down on. Not now. ]

You're still a baby firebender. Gotta be at least this tall— [ Yeah he's absolutely pressing fingers just above Raleigh's heigt ] —to drink and bend.

[righthemisphere]

[Aw, c'mon Mako, take the bait.]

Too late for that. Boop. [Raleigh quickly lifts up onto the balls of his feet and taps Mako's hand with the top of his head]

Haha, have a drink. I wanna show you what I've been learning, oh wise firelord, Mako.

[arclightning]

I'm not the Firelord. That's an actual person, you can't just... be that.

[ ...but he is opening up the jar, though, snorting at Raleigh's little boop and waving the same hand. ]

Get on with it. Show me what you got.

[righthemisphere]

Maybe I will.

[After he pours them both a shot. Fair warning Chuck's moonshine is extremely strong. If Mako doesn't have hair on his chest this will sure put it there.

He holds up his glass in a toast. But he's already been drinking so.. debatable on 'toast']

There's no one here who knows fire better'n you. So I think you're firelord now.

[Raleigh deepens his voice and holds his free hand over his cup where he flicks his pointer finger with his thumb and sends sparks jumping across his skin to ignite the alcohol before he drinks- speaking like he's quoting someone.]

I have spoken.

[arclightning]

[ Playing fancy tricks, huh! Mako can't help but grin as the alcohol ignites, burning blue-hot before Raleigh tosses it back. It's dangerous to do that but Raleigh clearly doesn't care, or maybe he's immune to fire now. Mako never was before this, but now flames have licked along his skin a few times without a single burn mark.

He raises his own tiny glass, sets it aflame with a wave of two fingers, and tosses it back as well.

Which.

Holy shit.

Mako never liked alcohol much anyway—he hates being out of control, hates that fuzzy veil between himself and the rest of the world and the way it gets hard to make his limbs do as they're told—and this is fucking strong, enough to burn his throat and make him shudder as he tosses it back. ]

Fuck! Chuck made that?

[righthemisphere]

[Raleigh cackles and nods, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb before offering Mako a refill.]

It's intense, right? This is the good stuff, the stuff before was basically gasoline.