Friday night was definitely the worst night for Asami. This was the night where the drunkards came in, despite the Prohibition, and they were just horrible people. The rude remarks she could take, up to a certain extent, though it was more than a little clear to Asami that those men saw her as nothing but a piece of meat to drool over.

The ones that pinched her butt were... not exactly the biggest problem either. Her boss had assured her that she could slap whoever did that in the face, which she had done a few times, and it was always exceedingly gratifying.

But it was the noise they made, and more than once that they vomited everywhere. That was always the point where Narook threw them out, though as far as Asami was concerned, that was too late, mostly because she still then had to mop it all up.

On the bright side, the drunkards were generally too far gone to be able to properly read the bills, so more than once they left a 5 dollar bill that was probably supposed to be a 2 dollar bill. (Thank you, US currency all looking exactly alike.) But given the trouble they usually caused, Asami wasn't about to run after them and alert them of their mistake.

Unfortunately, that was still in the future for now, and she just had to serve them their drinks. In order to keep the customers coming, Narook had a small distillery in the basement that the entire town knew about but nobody honestly cared. Not even the town sheriff, Lin Beifong, who was a regular here and liked ordering herself a glass of moonshine. She was actually one of Asami's favorite customers, mostly because she was always polite at least.

But tonight, so far, wasn't going too badly. There was one new face in the crowd, which wasn't that unusual, they were only a couple of miles from the city limits of Dallas, but the woman still stuck out. For the rest, just a succession of the usual narrow-minded people who were just as stuck in this dead-end town as Asami was.

-"Hey, toots, keep 'em comin'!" one of the guys yelled loud enough to have the entire room hear him, making Asami roll her eyes. She just prepared another six glasses of moonshine, while the newcomer was eyeing the group up.

-"Are they always like this?" she asked.

Asami sighed. "Generally, yes. You've come in on the wrong night, if you just wanted a quiet drink." She eyed the woman up and didn't really know what to make of her, because she seemed like a walking contradiction. Her skin was dark, but her eyes were bright blue. Her clothes were decidedly masculine and seemed to simultaneously highlight her muscular build but also draw some attention to the fact that she was still a woman, judging by the top two buttons undone on her shirt. Her short hair appeared slightly choppy, but it looked so good on her that Asami couldn't help but think that she was really handsome.

The woman chuckled. "Yeah, I figured. Could always be worse though. Trust me, I've been there."

"You'll have to tell me what that's like some time," Asami winked in reply and went to serve the group. She was actually kind of impressed with herself, being able to get out such a smooth line so easily.

As she put the glasses down on the table, she felt one of them pinch her butt, which wasn't all that surprising to be honest. Asami immediately turned to slap him in the face, but he wasn't as drunk as she was hoping he would be and caught her hand before it landed. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Can't take some teasing?"

"You know this isn't the first time, Tahno. I warned you before."

He just laughed and before Asami knew it, he had his hands around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

-"Hey!" the woman at the bar called out. "How about you show the lady some respect?"

Tahno laughed. "Can't you see we're just having a little fun here?"

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Does she look like she's having fun to you? Let her go."

-"Or what?"

-"Or you're gonna be looking pretty funny eatin' corn off a cob with no fuckin' teeth. Let. Her. Go." The destructive stare she was throwing Tahno convinced him it was easier to just let Asami go, who promptly walked back behind the bar.

"Thank you," she softly said to the woman. Working pretty much automatically, she poured two glasses of moonshine and placed them on the bar. "On the house," Asami smiled. The woman smiled as well and knocked her glass back in a single swig, while Asami did the same. "What's your name?"

-"Korra. You're..." She leaned in, trying to focus on Asami's nametag. "Asami? It's hard to read."

She chuckled. "I know, I'm sorry. I have bad handwriting."

Korra laughed too. "Nothing to be sorry about. There's worse flaws to have." She briefly eyed Asami up. "Does that kind of thing happen often with those jokers?"

Asami sighed. "More than I'd like to admit. Unfortunately, while Narook is normally pretty flexible about kicking them out when it gets too bad, he's not willing to ban them entirely, because they are good for business."

-"Too bad. Can't win 'em all, I suppose."

"I guess not." Asami was starting to get intrigued by this woman, she had to admit, though she couldn't fully figure out why. "Say, Korra, how long are you in town for? Looking to settle or just passing through?"

Korra chuckled. "Just passing through, I'm afraid. Can't stick around for too long. I'm from the far side of Dallas, but this ain't exactly the end of the world, know what I mean? No offense, though."

Asami sighed, because yes, she knew exactly what that meant. This sleepy little town, where time almost seemed to stand still, change happened slowly, if at all... If she were in Korra's shoes, she wouldn't want to settle here either. "Don't worry about it. I kind of agree with you."

This seemed to have Korra puzzled. "What does that mean? And heck, if you don't like it here, why not just leave?"

Asami simply raised her left hand, showing the wedding ring she wore on it. "Not everyone can leave as easily as you can, Korra. I still live with my parents, and I don't want to abandon them either."

-"Abandoning is a whole other ballgame from leaving to go your own way. Trains, planes, and automobiles mean you're never very far away. Telegrams, phone calls... The world is a playground, Asami, and you're sitting here, watching everyone else have all the fun." Korra's lip curled up, pulling the left corner a little higher than the right one in a dastardly handsome smirk. "All I'm sayin', there's plenty of room on the swing set."

She got up from her barstool and placed a couple of coins on the bar. "Are you open for breakfast in the morning?"

Asami took a deep breath, because she was thinking about what Korra said. "We are," she settled for and tried putting off her thought process for the moment.

-"Good, then I'll see you tomorrow," Korra winked, and with that, she was out the door again.

It left her a little perplexed, the way that she had put it so simply, because dammit, Korra was definitely on to something. The world was fast becoming smaller, so why should Asami stay here? Even if she only went to Dallas, her life could be much more meaningful, and she'd still be but a car-ride away from her parents. She sighed. It was definitely something to think about.

Korra woke up with a crick in her neck, which was her own dumb fault. Model A Fords were terrible for sleeping in, they were never quite big enough, and she was paying the price for that now.

It wasn't ideal, but she didn't really have a choice. Ideally, she'd only sleep in towns where she had a place to crash, but she also didn't want to draw too much attention to herself by driving at night.

Besides, she was awake now, which meant she could do something she had actually been looking forward to: seeing Asami again. For some reason, last night had been made much more enjoyable by her. Also, yeah, a good breakfast sounded pretty appealing right about now. Korra hadn't had much to eat last night.

With a sigh, she grabbed her jacket and hat, at least making herself presentable, and started walking back into town. It wasn't very far, but she didn't want to risk someone spotting her car, because she wasn't planning on leaving in it.

Soon, the speak-easy came in sight, and Korra found herself smiling at the mere thought of seeing Asami again. Not only was she easy on the eyes, she was just very nice, and yet she seemed exhausted, even though she couldn't be older than Korra herself. It was strange.

She sat herself down in one of the booths, and it wasn't long before Asami walked up to her. "Morning. What can I get you?"

"Hmm, eggs, bacon, toast, and a cup of coffee, sounds like a winner."

Asami chuckled. "Yes, it does. I'll bring it right out."

A look around told Korra that it was much emptier than last night, pretty much just the sheriff drinking her coffee at the bar. It was unusual, there weren't a lot of female sheriffs, and Korra had been around a lot of sheriffs. Still, she'd never been here before, so she could enjoy the anonymity while it lasted.

Asami soon came out of the kitchen with her food and two cups of coffee. "Here you go. Mind if I join you?" she asked with a hint of a blush on her cheeks.

Korra smiled. "Coffee with a pretty girl? Not at all." She held up her hand, and she could swear Asami's blush became just a little bit redder.

Right at that moment, the sheriff got up from her bar stool and put the money down. "Asami," she greeted, tipping her hat.

-"Sheriff," she politely greeted back. "Always a pleasure."

Korra was a little curious, so as soon as the door closed, she decided to ask. "How'd a woman end up in that position? It's not exactly common."

-"I know. About... ten years ago, her husband died, and he'd been the sheriff before Lin, so she took over temporarily, but she was doing a good job, so... yeah, nothing changed since. It's general knowledge in this town not to mess with Lin Beifong."

It made Korra chuckle. "I've heard that before. First-hand experience?"

Asami smiled. "No, but she did arrest my husband. He's enormous, and yet she managed to work him down to the ground."

"Impressive. And yet you don't seem to resent her for it. Unless he deserved to be arrested."

Asami scoffed. "Left school to marry him, but I haven't seen him in years, why do you think I moved back in with my parents?"

Korra didn't really know what to say to that, so she just kept on eating her breakfast, even though it was becoming abundantly clear that her earlier thoughts of Asami not being happy here were totally correct.

-"I'm sorry, Korra," Asami sighed. "I didn't mean to vent against you. It's just... I feel like I can talk to you, know what I mean?"

"I do, actually," Korra chuckled. "You seem like the kind of girl I'd like to get to know a little better." She took a sip of her coffee and smiled. "Tell you what: why don't we take a walk when I'm done eating? If you can get a break, that is."

Asami raised an eyebrow and looked around the empty speak-easy. "Shouldn't be a problem," she chuckled. "Let me ask my boss, and I'll be ready in a bit."

'A walk' soon turned into what basically amounted to a stroll through every street in town, even though Asami was perfectly capable of admitting that didn't actually mean much.

More to the point, it didn't actually matter much, because what she was most enjoying here was the time she was spending with Korra. Part of her knew that it wasn't going to last, and that Korra would soon be moving on again, but Asami was in no rush to hasten that process.

There was just something about being around her, it made Asami feel... wanted. Korra actually appreciated her, unlike most people in her life, who were either indifferent or thought she was a waste of space.

And yet, something was bugging her a little. It was mostly that Korra seemed to be hiding something, and Asami wanted to know what. "Say, Korra, not that I haven't enjoyed our little walk, but we've been talking about the weather, who's who in this town, our childhoods, but you still haven't actually told me what you do."

Korra was briefly silent. "You want to know, huh?"

"Well, yes."

-"Okay, if you must, I rob banks."

Asami stared at her in disbelief, before bursting out laughing. That laugh subsided soon enough, however, when she saw that Korra hadn't twitched a muscle. "Wait, are you serious?"

Korra spied around, quickly making sure they were alone. "Of course." She held open her jacket, revealing a revolver in a shoulder holster.

"And that thing is real?"

-"It's not made of wood." Korra drew it, spun it around her finger, and held it out to Asami. "Don't point it at either me or yourself, that's how you lose toes."

Asami felt conflicted, because on the one hand, that was a gun, something her father had always told her to stay away from. It was a device made for killing people and not much else. On the other hand, she couldn't deny the attraction she was feeling for both it and Korra right now. Sure, she'd seen right from the start that Korra was attractive, but that just increased tenfold.

Tentatively, Asami reached out and took the revolver, making sure to keep her finger off the trigger. It was a little bit heavier than she thought it would be, but it did fit into her hand rather naturally. "And this is what you use?"

Korra scoffed. "All them big wigs up in New York use pens to steal people's money, I do the exact same thing, only with a gun. Transfer money from their pockets to my pockets. Biggest difference is that I don't take everyone else down with me when I fuck up."

Asami chuckled. The way Korra made it sound here was that she should be doing this. And she wasn't wrong about the bankers. Asami had seen a lot of people move away, try their luck out in California because the bank foreclosed their properties after the crash. She held the gun out, pretending to shoot something that wasn't there. "Do you just rob banks, or also other places, like stores or..." She hesitated, but Korra smiled.

-"Or speak-easies?" she finished, and Asami nodded. "Sometimes," Korra admitted. "Only when I'm low on cash though, so I wasn't going to rob you in any case. Speak-easies aren't very profitable. Gas stations are generally better."

How the hell was Korra being so casual about this? They had been talking about the weather and Mrs. Winslow's twins fifteen minutes ago, and now they were talking about Korra's criminal exploits.

And yet... Asami was wildly attracted to the idea. Going wherever she wanted to go, or more to the point, far away from this sleepy little speck on the map. The excitement, the thrill... "Could you... show me?"

For once, Korra actually seemed surprised. "Show you how I rob stores?" Asami nodded, making Korra's eyebrows raise further. "Well, it's not so easy. Before you go in, you need to know how to get out. I'm gonna need a getaway car."

"I thought you had a car and slept in it last night?" That part she had mentioned.

-"I slept in it, but I never said it was my car."

Right. That actually made a lot more sense now than it did an hour ago. It did make Asami smile though. "I help you with your car problem, you show me how you rob a store."

Korra's slanted smirk grew. "Alright, you're on." They carried on walking, first to pick up Korra's bag with a couple of 'necessary items', before Asami took them to the house of her in-laws, which was only a couple of blocks away. Parked outside was the reason they were here.

-"Sweet mother Mary, a Cadillac 355," Korra whistled. "They have done well for themselves. Whose car is this?"

"In-laws. They've taken the train to visit their family in Houston and won't be back for another couple of days."

Korra raised an eyebrow. "And this wouldn't happen to be a way to get back at your husband, now would it?"

"Well," Asami admitted. "I'm 21 years old and have been estranged from my husband for three years already. If there ever was a definition of deadbeat, it would definitely apply to Iroh. I don't feel guilty about this."

-"If you say so." She walked around to the driver's side door and pulled a lockpick out of her pocket to start wiggling the lock, which just made Asami chuckle. She instead walked around the back, into the kitchen, where they left their car keys in the kitchen drawer. Outside, Korra was still working on the lock.

"Allow me," Asami chuckled, holding the key right in front of Korra's face.

-"How'd you get that?"

"They never lock their back door."

Korra chuckled. "Well, they shouldn't be calling it crime when it's that easy." She took the keys and, before Asami knew it, had the car started. "Get in. Unless you want to miss the show."

She drove to the market square, one of the few places in town which had a paved road. She pulled over at the sidewalk, right in front of the drug store. Since it was Saturday, it was open, but the town wasn't very busy. "There's just one more thing I'd like from you before I go and do this."

"What's that?" Asami asked in confusion.

-"For all I know, he's got a double-barrel behind that counter. I'm gonna need a kiss for good luck." Korra looked over with a smirk on her lips and a glint in her eyes, which made Asami smile too. She leaned in, quickly pulling Korra in for a kiss, and God, was that worth it. Her lips were so much softer than anyone else she had ever kissed, and Asami immediately knew she never wanted to kiss another pair of lips again. "Go get 'em," she smiled when she finally broke the kiss.

Korra smiled back and got out of the car, ready to rob the drug store. Truth be told, Asami did feel a little conflicted about that. She knew that Old Man Shung was running the store, and he wouldn't hurt a fly. There was no double-barrel behind the counter, but it was still as good an excuse as any to kiss Korra.

From her spot in the car, Asami couldn't see much of what was going on, only that about a minute after she went in, Korra was already outside again, only now with a handful of bills. As soon as she was at the car, she threw it in, smiling at Asami's amazed face at the amount of money it was, though it probably wasn't as much as it looked. "Believe me now?" Korra asked, before starting the car and speeding away.

They drove for a while, until Korra finally pulled over a few miles out of town and shut off the engine. "So what do you think?"

"I think you're crazy," Asami said, still amazed that everything really did just happen. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel her attraction to Korra growing by the second.

She chuckled. "You ain't the first one to say that to me." It fell silent between them. "If you want to get out, now would be a good time. Town isn't too far. Just say I held you at gunpoint to make sure no one followed me and I kicked you out here."

"Where will you go?"

-"Oklahoma border is 50 miles north of here. They can't touch me there."

Asami thought about it for a moment. What was she really doing with her life? If she was just waiting for her deadbeat husband to come back to her and was just filling the time by bussing tables, she might as well do something more enjoyable. "And what if I want to go with you?"

Korra's mouth literally fell open. "Then you're even crazier than I am. You can go back to your life, your job, your town, but only if you get out now."

"I hate my life, I hate my job, and I definitely hate that town. I'd rather go with you."

-"Are you sure about this? Right now, you're my hostage, but if you cross the border with me, you're my accomplice."

Asami smiled. "I like the sound of that. Take me away."

Korra brought her hand up and cupped Asami's cheek, before slowly leaning in to press a long kiss on her lips. "You are crazy... but you're my kind of crazy," she smirked.

For those of you unfamiliar with this story, it's the story of Bonnie and Clyde, only with Korrasami, something I've been wanting to do for a while now. I saw the 1967 movie a while back, and it's one of those movies that I haven't been able to stop thinking about. Let me know in the comments if you want me to continue this. Take care!