A/N: This is my first story on this site, so I would really appreciate some reviews and suggestions. I started writing this story really fast, and the first few chapters kind of wrote themselves. They didn't really fit well with the original idea I wanted, so I edited them a little bit. This is a rewrite of the first chapter: it's mostly the same, but with a few tweaks. Enjoy xx


"Okay, here are the rules; Korra will attempt to do a double backflip off of this table, WITHOUT airbending. If she sticks the landing, she gets to pick an ass tat for me. But if she falls, I get to pick an ass tat for her. Sound fair, Korra?"

"You're on, Bolin."

After spending two years recovering from being poisoned in the South Pole and a year wandering aimlessly around the Earth Kingdom, Korra was finally back in Republic City, and she couldn't be happier. She hadn't realized how much she missed all her friends, and she was jumping at the chance to do something fun with Mako, Bolin, and Asami. She had missed their nights out on the town.

Her three years away had been long and painful. It took her six months of healing and intense physical therapy to even take a single step on her own. She had been haunted by visions of Zaheer poisoning her and nearly taking her life, ending the avatar cycle for good. He constantly saw herself being drained of all the air in her lungs. Zaheer had completely taken over her thoughts for months. This post traumatic stress was probably her biggest obstacle to overcome while healing, but with a little help from Toph, she got herself back together and in fighting shape. Now, the only thing at the forefront of her mind was sticking this landing so that she wouldn't let Bolin tattoo a fire ferret with really muscular arms for legs or something dumb like that.

Korra hopped on to the table, glancing at her surroundings. Bolin stood to her right, and Mako and Asami to her left. This would be a piece of cake.

"Get ready to have Opal's face on your left ass cheek, because th-"

So apparently, attempting to do a standing backflip while simultaneously taunting someone was a bad idea. When she jumped off the table to do the flip, her foot slipped, and she fell face down on the floor, nearly knocking the wind out of her. Her face turned red hot with embarrassment as everyone in the bar whooped and hollered with joy. The brunette turned around to sit down on the floor, her head still dizzy from the crash. She opened her eyes to see Bolin standing on the table, flexing his muscular arms and gesturing for the crowd to cheer for him.

"You didn't even do anything, you dumbass!" yelled Korra.

"Sorry little lady, but a bet's a bet. Looks like it's time for you to get mother fucking INKED UP BABY!" Bolin exclaimed. The whole bar screamed in approval, even Mako and Asami.

The brunette looked at them with dismay. "Come on, not you guys too."

"Sorry," shrugged Mako, "but this is something I'd pay good money to see. And I'm dirt poor."

Asami nodded in agreement. "It's about time someone put you in your place, O Mighty Avatar Korra of the Southern Water Tribe," mocked the dark-haired beauty while jokingly bowing down to her.

Korra sighed, accepting defeat. "Fine, Bolin, you win this one. But I'll get you back later, you little shit. What are you gonna tattoo on me?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," replied Bolin with a snarky smile. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, let us adjourn this gathering to the nearest tattoo parlor, for the avatar's ass has a date with a very, very, sharp needle."

Mako and Asami cheered unnecessarily loudly as team avatar left the bar and headed across the street to a tattoo parlor called "Infamous Ink." As they entered, they were greeted by a very shady looking dude covered in tattoos on both arms. He had lime green hair and a red bandana around his arm. "Look what we have here guys- newbies!" Everyone in the parlor cheered, making Korra's face hot with embarrassment once again. "My name's Whe. What can I do for you kids?"

Bolin pushed his way to the front of the group and introduced himself to Whe with gusto. "The name's Bolin. You see, Korra here lost a bet, and her punishment is an ass tat chosen by yours truly. You got paper and pen anywhere? This is gonna be good."

"Sure," replied Whe. He gestured to another room to his left, where a tattoo chair sat with a couple of normal ones nearby. "There's a tattoo chair- you guys can wait over there while me and Bolin here whip up a masterpiece." At that statement, Bolin gave a malicious smile, drumming his fingers together. He and Whe turned around and began to discuss whatever horrid design Bolin would whip up in hushed voices.

Korra grudgingly walked over to the chair and laid face-down. She was ready to accept her fate. "Ugggghhhhh, why did I agree to this?" She smooshed her face into the head of the chair and groaned.

Mako and Asami stood there, snickering. "Hey, don't blame me," said Mako dryly. "You're the one who suggested it anyways. I remember you specifically saying that you had the 'agility of an eel hound'."

Korra immediately protested. "Uh, I definitely do. I could take you right now if I wanted to." Her mind and better judgement were clouded by the fact that she had had way too much to drink, which was probably why she had failed at her backflip attempt.

"I don't think so. You're hammered." Mako crossed his arms and sat down in the chair behind him. He gave a sly smile. His ability to me comfortable around her was something that she really enjoyed about him. Even with their history, him and Korra were still friends, which was a feat to be marveled. They had gotten over their feelings after the breakup really fast- after all, they were just 17 year old hormonal kids. They were probably one of the only former couples to achieve friendship. Other than him and Asami, as well. The two of them were also pretty close, given their history as well.

Asami and Korra were best friends, and had been since she came to Republic City. They just understood each other. Asami was probably one of the only people that Korra trusted to talk to about, well, real stuff. And the funny thing was, all of their relationship drama with Mako hadn't caused a rift in their friendship at all; it had actually brought them closer together. After that, Korra had known that Asami was probably the person she was closest to in this world. She loved everything about her- her selflessness, her generosity, how she could probably kill a man with her bare hands, and she was pretty good looking too. She was beautiful.

Whoa. Where did that come from? Korra thought. She had always appreciated Asami's beauty- I mean, who wouldn't? But Korra knew that that was something different. Never mind- she IS beautiful, after all. Nothing wrong with admitting that.

She laid there in the chair for what felt like forever until Whe and Bolin finally returned with the paper. Thank spirits. Korra tried to grab it, but Bolin was quicker, and he whipped it away from her hand and over his shoulder. "Ah ah ah, no peeking until we're done here. You can't get cold feet and quit."

"Ugh, fine. Just get this fucking thing over with."

Whe sat down on a stool next to the chair and opened a drawer near him that held a tattoo gun. Without looking at her, the tattoo artist said "This shouldn't take long, but first, you're gonna have to take off those pants- this is an ass tat, you know."

This was the moment that the brunette had been dreading. Korra came from the South Pole, so she wasn't used to showing a whole lot of skin. She was pretty proud of her body, what with all the training and such. She just wasn't ready to be flashing her closest friends, and she especially didn't want to strip down in front of Mako and Bolin. Korra also began to wonder what Asami would think. They had changed plenty of times in front of each other, but neither of them had seen each other's, well, each other's bathing suit parts. But she knew that a deal's a deal. Korra stood up from her chair. Here we go.

The brunette shimmied out of her water tribe pants, exposing her muscular legs, and worse, her bare ass. To her horror, Bolin and Mako immediately started whistling mockingly. Korra could feel her cheeks redden and her heart thumping. "Damn, Korra! Who knew you actually had a bod?" Korra gave Bolin a hard stare in response to his comment.

"Alright, alright. This is the first and last time you'll be blessed enough to get a look at this 'bod'. Now shut up," said Korra flatly. As she climbed back onto the chair, she noticed that Asami just stood there, and she hadn't said a word.

Wait… is she blushing?

As soon as she saw it, Asami tuned her head away and started laughing along with the others. Oh well, thought Korra. I must have imagined jt.

After the brunette got situated, Whe reached into the drawer below the chair and pulled out the massive tattoo gun. "This'll hurt a bit at first, but you'll get used to it. We're gonna be here a while."

Korra whipped her head around at the green-eyed earthbender, fuming. "What the HELL did you draw?"

Bolin put his hands into the air in surrender. "Hey, hey. You can't rush art," he said cooly.

Without warning, Korra felt a sharp needle poke her butt, causing her to wince in pain. Bolin started to cackle- a genuine cackle. He sounded almost like a witch. "Who knew that the avatar could even feel pain?"

After about 45 minutes of Whe brutally stabbing the brunette's ass with a needle, he finally put down the needle gun. He kissed his fingers and exclaimed to no one in particular "Voila! My work here is done. Check it out in the mirror over there." He pointed to a body mirror sitting on the ground against the wall.

Korra hopped off of the chair, her pants still on the ground. She walked over to the mirror, shut her eyes, and hoped that Bolin didn't totally fuck her over. Alright, here goes nothing.

She opened her eyes.

She stared at the monstrosity in disbelief.

"Bolin. What. The. Fuck, dude!"