Stranger in the City

3

A slow groan grew in her throat as her eyes twinkled open, meeting the powerful sun rays that sprayed themselves into the room through the windows.

Wait.

Immediately, she jolted up, practically throwing off any exhaustion, pain, or hangover— for now. Her eyes darted around, scanning her surroundings.

Where, why, how? What is this room? I'm under blankets? On a couch? There's a kitchen? This is an apartment... but who's? How did I even get here? Was I that drunk? I thought I went back to my place... Or at least, I was on my way. Did I hook up with someone? Fuck, Korra! Again? But, why wasn't I in his bed?

As quickly as she sprung up, she fell back down onto the cushions of the couch, her hands clutched to her forehead as her hangover hit her like a bus.

Well, I was drunk, I'm hungover, and I don't know where the hell I am. But, I am comfy.

She picked her chin up just a bit and took one hand off of her forehead, the other remaining. It then found a resting place on her stomach, trying to delay the nauseous feeling that she could feel coming for just a while longer. As she lay, more or less, comfortably, on the couch, she took in the room it was placed in. A very modern, sleek, and organized room was around her. A coffee table was to her right and right above it, a TV hung on the wall. Bookshelves filled with model cars, books, and... blueprints? surrounded the electronic on all sides. Blueprints?

Where the hell was she? This was certainly too nice and neat to be a man's apartment. (Yeah, I said it.) Did she hook up with a woman?

No, it couldn't be. I mean, I wouldn't be complaining, though.

Her attention, though, was quickly taken from the oddly stacked blueprints and shifted towards a door that was creaking open slowly across the way from her. Squinting, as if it would give her a better view, she sat up slightly. In coming to a view a woman from behind the solid white door.

Woah.

What the fuck, Korra?!

But, in honesty, that was Korra's first thought. Here stood a tall, lean, goddess of a woman. Silky smooth black, wavy hair trickled from the woman's head, parted off to one side, and slung over the front of her left shoulder. She wore an ultra-soft-looking deep purple robe that teased her cleavage right in the center of her body, a knot tied right below. Delicate hands gripped the entryway topped with smooth red-painted fingernails on the end of each respectful finger jutting out from those soft palms. Gorgeous green eyes looked at her, blinking normally as if a random stranger wasn't hungover on her couch.

"Holy fuck."

Holy FUCK is right, but did I just say that out LOUD?

Stop yourself, Kor.

Don't worry, I'm just appreciating beauty.

Yeah, that's it.

Korra shook her head rapidly. She did just say that, out loud, to a stranger. It gained a giggle from the mysterious woman across the room.

"Good morning to you, too. I see you've woken up," she winces, "and I'm guessing you're probably very confused.

Korra chuckles and nods. "Just a bit. Fill me in?"

The woman gave her a sweet and short smile. "Over breakfast?"

"I guess I can't say no, right?"

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"Alright, let me get this straight," Korra said, pointing out her fork across the table as she finished chewing the fluffy eggs in her mouth, "you found me passed the fuck out on a bench, and you invited me, a stranger, back here?"