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Iroh/June

[beckyh2112]

The third time Firelord Crankypants comes to her to find someone for him (another girl), June decides she needs to deal with the prickling between her shoulder-blades she gets whenever he shows up. Either she needs to find a new bar, which isn't happening, or she needs to find the Dragon of the West and shag him to within an inch of his life. Or over it, which would really fix her problems.

Give her whole new ones, but she's used to people who want to catch and kill her.

But she can't go the rest of her life wondering when she would run into the old bastard again and if he'll take no for an answer this time. As confident as she is in her skills, the Dragon of the West is a bit much.

Nyla crosses the Earth Kingdom like the wildfire June is avoiding, and they're at the walls of Ba Sing Se too quickly. She lets her shirshu roam outside of the walls while she ventures into the city. Alone, and she squares her shoulders and walks into the city like it's not dangerous.

In Ba Sing Se, apparently, it isn't. No one looks twice at a mixed-blood woman, and she sees others in the crowds with a touch of Fire in their family.

Maybe when the Dragon moves onto the next world, she'll settle down around here.

Maybe not.

She flings open the doors to the tea shop and cracks her whip. It sounds hard and hateful in the enclosed space, and everyone turns to stare at her.

"Get out," she orders and cracks her whip again.

The teashop customers get out. The Dragon of the West merely watches her, tea-tray in his hands. No, doesn't just watch her, because she can see that hint of a leer in his smile.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asks, voice worn from years of breathing smoke and accented with Fire Nation nobility.

June curls her whip up with a flick of her wrist and saunters over to him. So what if there's an extra little swing in her hips? She knows how to handle men who want her.

"Several things," she says as she lifts one leg and hooks her knee over his shoulder. She takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of victory as his eyes dip briefly towards her chest. She can handle this. She can handle him. "I can fill you in on the details. Later."