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It was way too late and she was way too drunk to have to stand in line for what felt like hours just to order three things of large fries. Jinora was the only sober one but she refused to go through the drive-thru since, “we’re going to pull away from here and you’re all going to be whining to go back so you can pee so we’ll just kill two birds and go in!”
So now Asami was stuck in line behind three other people, resisting the urge to cross her legs and hop up and down since, as predicted, she had to pee.
Fuck Jinora and her logic.
Asami cleared her throat and blinked heavily, searching for her friends. Jinora and Opal were sitting at a booth, Jinora looking rather exhausted, and Opal looking glassy-eyed from the alcohol they had chugged an hour earlier. Asami finally placed their order, adding three large cokes as well, and was impressed with herself when she managed to make it from the cash all the way over to the other side of the restaurant without spilling anything. She slid the tray on the tabletop and tossed her purse at Jinora.
“Gonna pee,” she mumbled.
Jinora’s “I told you so” was drowned out when Asami turned on her heel and promptly slammed into someone.
“Whoa, hey Asami!”
“BOLIN!”
Asami blinked as Opal’s screech nearly ruptured her eardrums. Looking up, she found that she had run into Mako, who was blushing slightly as he took a step back.
‘Sorry ‘bout that,’ he said, laughing rather awkwardly.
Asami waved him off and stepped around him to continue on her way to the bathroom.
Their relationship was rather weird; they had met when Opal asked Asami to go on a blind double date with her and Bolin. Asami had only agreed because Opal was nervous, but never would have gone along if it was mentioned that she was to entertain Bolin’s older brother, Mako. It had been a disaster and she didn’t like to dwell on it, much less so when working through a night’s worth of alcohol. She gingerly pressed the swinging door and led it through to rest closed once she was inside, not wanting to tempt the beginnings of a headache, and was stopped in her tracks when she turned around.
Legs. That was all she saw.
No, that can’t be right.
Asami blinked and looked again, but no, her brain was processing properly, and there was mostly definitely a pair of legs dangling from the ceiling.
I … no, I definitely do not want to know.
Going about her business like there was nothing at all out of the ordinary, Asami came out of the stall several moments later and washed her hands, eyeing the legs just on the outskirts of her peripherals.
I have to do it.
“Um … are you okay up there?”
Laughter erupted and echoed above her head as the legs swung slightly.
“Yeah, I’m good, thanks!” the legs replied, their swinging ceasing. “Lost something but I’ve almost got it!”
Asami raised an eyebrow as she started processing the familiar boots attached to the legs. The boots and the fact that she had run into Mako (literally! ugh) started to add up and she leaned against the sink counter, hip popped slightly and arms crossed over her chest.
“Korra?” she asked.
The slightly swinging legs stopped instantly and Asami knew she had gotten it right.
“Korra what the fuck are you doing in an airvent in a McDonalds at three in the morning?”
Korra started laughing loudly and she finally dropped to the ground in front of Asami, a huge, lopsided grin plastered on her face.
“Hey Asami! Was just getting Naga.”
“Naga?”
Korra nodded and held up a jelly sticky toy that was shaped like a dog.
“Naga,” she said rather proudly.
Asami blinked and shook her head.
“What in the hell is that?”
“Dude, really? It’s that toy thing that you can slap to stuff and it’ll stick! I was flinging her around and the finger thing broke and she went fucking flying it was ridiculous. I couldn’t leave her so I hauled ass into the air vent,” Korra explained, slapping the dog against the counter and peeling it off repeatedly. “It’s one of the best 90′s toys, Asami, how did you miss it?”
“I haven’t a clue,” she replied, her smirk back on her face. “Retro, huh; sexy.”
Korra rubbed her hand along the back her neck, her cheeks flushing slightly as she laughed.
“Whatever I can do to impress pretty people,” she countered, sounding much more confident than she looked. “I should get back to Mako and Bolin.”
“I’ll come with you; they’re probably still with Opal and Jinora.”
The two exited the bathroom in a silence much more comfortable than Asami had expected. She and Korra had barely spent time together since meeting through Mako, but the two got along well enough that Asami didn’t mind not having anything to say. They reached the booth and Korra slid in beside Mako before shooting Asami a huge grin and sliding even further along the bench, squishing Mako against the wall and then patting the space beside her.
“Ouch, Korra!”
Asami laughed and plopped down beside Korra, who slipped an arm around Asami’s shoulders. The older girl looked over and Korra winked and smirked at her, then turned her attention to the conversation Jinora was trying to have with her.