Drunken Confessions

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Finding him bent double in a back alley, spewing all his former glory down a drain, was not the way she wanted to find him. He was like a shadow hanging between worlds. Yet somehow all the drink he'd tried to drown himself in had made him bizarrely honest. About pro-bending. About life. About his dirty little fantasies. He'd had a type as of late. Muscular, dark skinned and eyes that pierce like an ice storm. In fact, it might all just be a ploy to get into her knickers; but with nothing but a fizzled out fire bender as her other option, could dipping her toe into one nights worth of pleasure really be so bad?