"I feel like a baked potato, Asami." Korra groaned as Asami fitted the gown's collar on. "This thing is ridiculous.
"I know, Korra, but think about it. In a few hours from now, you'll be out of it and a high school graduate!" Asami finished, and backed up to admire her handy work. "And we can start planning for our shared dorm room."
"Are we still going to that party afterward?" Korra asked, turning to the mirror to grimace at the image of the bright yellow and orange graduation gown. "Oh my god, this thing is terrible. Why can't I just wear my regular clothing?"
"I agree with the terrible part. It doesn't flatter you at all." Asami leaned against the mirror, smirking suggestively. "And I was thinking we'd just come back to my place after the ceremony and have our own little party."
Korra glared at her girlfriend. "Asami. Tell me you didn't throw a big party for me."
"Oh, no, it's not a big party."
"Good." Korra reached over to the table, and picked up her graduation cap. The hat was the worst part of the outfit. If it was possible to get worse than the gown.
"Just a few hundred people, some pounding music, spiked drinks… you know, the usual." She brushed her knuckles against her jacket, pretending to be nonchalant.
"Asami!"
"What! I'm kidding, Korra!"
Korra glared at her. "You'd better be."
"Or what?"
"Or your after party isn't happening." If Asami wanted to play dirty, so would she.
"Whoa, that's not fair." Asami jumped off the mirror, her eyes wide, actually worry that Korra would do something like that to her.
"It's totally fair." Korra smirked, stepping closer.
"Oh, be quiet and put your cap on. Or do you need help with that too?"
"Hmmm, not quite yet. Might need some with it after the ceremony though."