"I dare you," Bolin slurs. "To kiss the first person you see tomorrow morning, excluding like, Mako and I, 'cuz you're seeing us now."
Korra laughs at this. "What'll you give me?" She takes a sip of her beer.
"Dunno, twenty bucks?"
"Easy."
Mako sighs, looking at the two others, as designated driver, he's had fountain drinks all evening. They're both going to regret this in the morning, he thinks.
***
Korra's head throbs, she sits up, glad that her blinds are shut, keeping out the blinding light. She looks to her bedside table, and picks up her phone, she scrolls through her missed messages, not responding to any, it's too early for that- she checks the time, it's the middle of the afternoon, so she no longer has any real excuse not to respond to the messages, aside from the fact that she really doesn't want to, which to her, is a perfectly valid excuse.
"Dude, how hungover are you?" She asks Bolin once she comes out of her room.
Her flatmate just sighs and hands her a glass of water off the coffee table. She takes it, and falls back on the couch next to him, careful not to spill her drink all over herself. Bolin has the tv on, it's muted but the lovely face of Miss Asami Sato is shown.
"You remember that whole dare thing?" She asks.
"Yeah." Bolin groans, repositioning himself on the couch.
"Does Asami Sato count as the person I have to kiss?"
Bolin is silent for a moment, "I think it should." He smiles.
"The Asami Sato? I have to kiss her?" Korra points at the tv screen, where Asami is posing for cameras on the red carpet.
"Did you read the caption?" Bolin asks.
Korra looks back at the screen, where beneath her glamorous headshots, says 'Hollywood star Asami Sato coming to Republic City for film shoot.'
***
"Excuse me miss Sato, what can you tell us about this movie?" One of the people from the press asks, Korra compares her outfit to that of this woman, pretty close, she thinks.
"I'm not really allowed to say anything about the film." Asami smiles, her teeth are just as pearly white as the photos, and what's beyond Korra's understanding, Asami's hair is parted perfectly, brushed and combed, with no visible fly-aways. Korra huffs in annoyance seeing her own reflection on a window, where she dressed her best to imitate one of the people from the media. With the help of Bolin she was able to look semi-presentable.
"Those are all the questions that miss Sato will be taking today." Someone says, a small group of what Korra assumes are bodyguards.
Korra follows behind, not close enough to be noticed, but close enough that she won't lose them.
Now for the plan.
As she'd hoped, Asami makes her way to the restroom, the only place she'll have privacy.
"Excuse me, miss." Korra says stepping into the restroom. It's one of those fancy places, where the actual bathroom part is speedster from the powder room. Which Korra would normally find ridiculous, if she didn't have to worry about being arrested.
"Yes?" Asami asks.
"Would you help me win a bet?" Korra is taking a gamble, there is a chance Asami will be escorted away into some large limo never to be seen again.
"That would depend." Asami smiles, and wow it lights up the whole room.
"Kiss me."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I need you to kiss me. It sounds ridiculous I know, you don't have to, but like, if you wanted to, and I assume people always ask you this-"
She was cut off by Asami's lips on hers.
"Normally they're creeps, and men, neither of which I'm attracted to. For you I guess I could make an exception though."
"I- wow." Is all Korra manages to say.
"I'd best be going, I've been in here long enough." Asami smiles again. She hands Korra a slip of paper. "Cheerio."
She walks off before Korra can say anything that would even make sense.
Korra looks down at the slip of paper, which Asami must have written on while Korra was full on 'ERROR 404'.
Call me
Followed by a series of numbers that Korra is able to decipher as a phone number.
-Asami <3
***
"Hey Bolin, you are never going to believe what just happened."
