Chapter 13 - 3 Bisexuals and 1 Straight Woman

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Do men not know how to internally cite or format properly? Leave it to a woman to fix their fucking mistakes. Fucking hell! 11:23pm! We have thirty-six minutes before this shit's due!

A half hour of furious typing, silent fuming, and a bad hunch over her desk, Asami submits their report right at 11:59pm. She sighs in relief and buries her face in her hands.

She's exhausted from finalizing their paper all day. Her eyes burn despite having her glasses on. Her head is pounding from staring at the screen for hours on end with no breaks. Her ass is stiff and sore. When she tries to get up from her desk, she almost collapses from lack of using her lower extremities all day and when she finally can walk, it sounds like every bone in her body is cracking.

She gulps down a refreshing quart of water for starters and snacks on a sandwich that her mom left in the refrigerator for her. Then she showers the grime away and tries to loosen all the muscles in her body.

Hair in a pony tail and wearing a white tank top and black sweats for bed, she returns to her desk and pulls out her phone and turns it on. Finally, Asami has made it through this crunch wave of the semester and can relax a little. Her eyes still burn as she shuts down her laptop. She tries wiping them underneath her glasses, but it persists.

Then her phone starts going crazy. Burning green eyes shift from one screen to another to see an influx of messages.

Korra Waters (10:13pm) – Sato Sato Sato Sato Satoyummy drinkys Salami

Korra Waters (10:19pm) – Product liabilitiezzzzzz

Korra Waters (10:47pm) – I wanna eatz the richezz salami and peaches

Korra Waters (10:47pm) – *voice message* V give me my phone! Hehehe shit Opal are you okay? V it's fine! Don't step in the glass Opal!

Korra Waters (10:48pm) – Shhhhhhh…I dunna anna eat richs/ food but maybe touch it and rub it heheeheh

Korra Waters (11:11pm) – 11:11 bitchezzz weffdfgewf

Korra Waters (11:23pm) – *voice message* Come drink with usssssss! V's gots the good shits babe. I wanna cuddle. I have munchies hehe

Everything after that gets progressively worse. She's missed thirteen calls from her. She finishes up trying to decipher some of the last messages that came as she was finishing her project when her phone rings with the woman of the night.

"Hello?" she answers slowly and is met with shrieking.

"Sato! Sato! Sato! I thought you die," Waters sniffles. There's very loud music playing in the background.

"Aw, sweetie. I was finishing up a project. I told you that," she giggles. Korra's clearly wasted out of her mind.

"You hate me," she wails. Asami can hear Kuvira screaming something. "Can I touch your salami and peaches?" Do I even want to know what's she's referring to?

"Sure, Waters." She hopes hearing her name will sober her up.

"'Sami! Come on over and party with us! We have freeze booze courtesy of the Beifong credit card! Booze from all four nations mixed together is very…po-po-podent. No, pollen. No, potent and tasty!"

The time is 12:47am. It will take close to half an hour to get to Republic City, maybe another depending on what part they're in. But the cooing on the other line and shouting of Opal and Kuvira nudges her to make a choice.

"What's the address, Waters?"

1:24am, not too shabby, Sato.

Asami's waiting outside the address Korra slurred to her. She hasn't bothered to put on any nice clothes or extra effort in her appearance, but was caught by her father with her car keys in hand.

Her father's parting words as he looked her outfit up and down. "Korra's a nice woman. You can't get pregnant at least. Please, drive safely at this hour and don't end up as the headline for the morning paper."

"Dad-"

"Nope!" he said loudly and held up a hand. "I don't want to hear about whatever you and Korra are doing at this hour that involves a bed and celebrating."

"We're not doing that, Dad!" Asami's face flushed red. "I'm just going to hang out with her, Opal, and Kuvira. They're having a little party and want to see me."

His eyes softened, but raised an eyebrow. "I'm assuming there's alcohol at this party? Be careful and don't drive back home if you have even one cup. Stay there and come back in the morning, but let us know what you're doing when you can. Please, be careful and safe."

She hugged her dad and told him she'd be safe and loved him. She still lives at home, but they both treat her as if she lived at college, giving her independence and freedom. They trust her to not get wound up in the wrong crowds and gatherings at college. She's a smart girl, and she knows that if anything ever happens to her, they'd be lost and perhaps never recover even with the best doctors at their disposal.

"'Sami!" Waters screams and lets the door slam against the wall. Asami winces, thinking about the dent she probably left. I guess they're not getting their security deposit back. "V, O, Salami's here." And now she's calling me Salami too.

Without any warning, she presses her body against Asami's, almost climbing her like she did at the gym. She throws her hands around her neck and pulls her down, smashing their lips together in a very wet kiss.

She can taste the potent alcohol on her lips, but can't identify what kind. Korra's tongue greedily asks for permission to enter her mouth and upon entry, Asami feels like she's getting drunk from just her tongue and mouth. Like actually drunk and not drunk on her kisses. Korra groans loudly and moves the hands on Asami's waist down to her ass. Now where has this Korra been? I've been waiting for this one to emerge for weeks.

Korra twists them around and slams Asami's back into the doorframe almost aggressively. As much as Asami knows she's plastered, the little display of dominance turns her on. She'll have to revisit this later with her when she's not drunk. But for now, she scratches her nails down Korra's strong back muscles, eliciting a drawn-out moan from her and gets pushed into the doorframe more until there doesn't seem to be a millimeter of space between the two.

"Public fucking show of my favorite fucking couple!" Asami rips their lips apart, but cracks her head against the doorframe in the process and hisses. A few feet away is Kuvira, a smirk on her face, with a pitcher of something with pieces of fruit on the bottom. "Join the party, Salami! Korr desperately needs a ride on the slip and slide and then slurp all the juices up! I think she's a little thirsty for something from your soaking wet pussy." Then with her free hand, she makes an obscene gesture with her fingers and tongue.

"Shut up, V! You're just envious of me that I've got someone and you don't! I'm not the one in a dry spell cock or pussy wise!" she shouts then smiles the biggest smile she's ever seen. Like magic, the throbbing in Asami's head seems to disappear. Instead, the pressure goes to her ass as Korra's squeezes it. Normally that'd be hot, but Korra's methodology while drunk is very strange. "Squishy peaches!" she coos before pulling her into the apartment.

It's a complete mess. She doesn't know Kuvira or Opal that well yet, but has high doubts they're this messy. Couch cushions and pillows are thrown everywhere. Red solo cups are on the ground. Many bottles of open alcohol are on the coffee table. There's a dark puddle off to the side of the room with broken glass in it that she really hopes is alcohol. There's lychee juice, lychee nuts, fruit, and ice on the breakfast bar. The breakfast bar seems to be the one neat spot of the whole main area. She imagines if there was a chandelier here, it'd be hanging on by one link to the ceiling and about to fall and seriously injure someone.

Opal is singing and dancing on the counter, but bangs her head on the ceiling when she jumps. She has two red solo cups in hand and occasionally throws back sips of whatever's in them.

"Asami!" she yells when she spots her. Having no concern for her safety, she drops her cups, spills her drinks on the counter, hops off the counter and crashes into Asami. She speaks a mile a minute and stands on her tippy toes to speak within an inch of her face, breathing alcohol on her. "Asami, did you bring more booze for V? I spilled all the tequila and red wine and she was mad. And I broke a few glasses." She giggles and skips off to grab a new solo cup and begins to pour some sort of concoction with the alcohol. "Cactus juice is yummy! So refreshing! Fresh inside! Fresh outside! Oh no, I bet the angry mushroom is back in my room!" she shrieks and runs off, spilling her alcohol along the way down the hall.

Korra leads Asami over to the coffee table where the pitcher from earlier is. She pours her a much too full solo cup and shoves it into her hands. Asami smiles and thanks her for the drink, but the moment she smells it, she nearly gags at the potency she can smell.

She takes in all the bottles on the table. Rum, whiskey, tequila, red and white wine, champagne, cactus juice, vodka, and…what the hell is that? Foggy Swamp Moonshine? Asami grabs the moonshine and reads the label, eyes bugging out and looking at the alcohol content. She opens it only to immediately cap it again, the smell overwhelming.

"Drink up, Salami! I made this shit myself!" Kuvira says and comes up behind her and slaps her on the back, spilling some of the drink. "Your girl loves it, but I think her horny ass would like some dirty, filthy fucking from you back in your fancy house. I hear you ain't tapped her yet, but ye ain't fucking in our apartment! Go home and suck each other's cunts dry or use whatever sex toys you have hidden under your pillow." And I thought sober V was vulgar.

"What's in it?" She ignores that last part and swirls the contents of her drink around like it's wine for a better whiff though she can already smell it pretty well. Better not to encourage conversation about sex with her.

"I don't fucking know! A little of everything! Can't ever get Opal to drink, but look at her!" She points to Opal who's dancing on the counter again and singing about mushrooms and veggie wraps. "She loves it! We dubbed it the Four Nations Fusion. I probably should've written down the measurements for this shit to remember for next time." She begins laughing uncontrollably, using Asami's shoulder for support and grabs her stomach before wandering off with Korra like they aren't having a conversation.

Curiosity and weak peer pressure make her take the plunge. She tilts her head back and brings the cup up to her lips. Taking a large swing of the Four Nations Fusion is one of the worse mistakes she makes. Raging fire coats the inside of Asami's throat and mouth. She's surprised she's not breathing fire. She's no lightweight with alcohol, Asami Sato can handle her liquor, but maybe not when it's all mixed together.

She spots the fruit and the lychee juice on the breakfast bar. She tosses several pieces of cool, albeit a little soggy, fruit into her mouth to extinguish the fire and pours herself a cup of lychee juice. She removes her glasses from her face like it will actually help the burning in her throat and cool her off.

That's another mistake.

She's gulping down the juice when a hard fist connects with her left eye. She spews some juice on the counter and herself and has a coughing fit.

"Son of a bitch!" Asami screams and grabs her assaulted eye. Through one good eye, Kuvira is furious and seething. "What the fuck, Beifong? I thought we had an understanding!"

"That's concerning Waters!" she roars, backing her into the breakfast bar. Kuvira's shorter than her, but at this instant, she's holding herself like a military commander and jabs Asami roughly in the chest like she's a fresh cadet. "Don't ever drink my lychee juice, Sato!" She seizes the last of the lychee juice and stomps over to the coffee table.

Hand over her left eye, Asami sees Korra hanging out in the kitchen. Asami silently asks if she's going to do anything or say anything. She really can't be too mad since they're drunk, and she doesn't want a drunken fight. However, it'd be nice if her girlfriend backed her up, but Korra stands there rigidly, blinking like she didn't just witness that. Inappropriately, she bends at the waist and cackles, completely useless and out of it. She must've drunk something else while I wasn't looking. It must be the cactus juice. Or maybe weed. Spirits, I hope this alcohol isn't weed infused.

Eye throbbing, she takes in the chaotic scene around her.

Opal's dancing on the counter when she suddenly throws her drinks on the floor again, lays back on the counter in the alcohol spilled there, and begins chanting nonsense.

Korra's since fallen onto the kitchen floor laughing her ass off and eating what appears to be fire flakes.

Kuvira's by the alcohol and greedily swallowing the rest of the lychee juice with one hand and holding the pitcher in the other.

What happens when you put three raging bisexual women and one pure straight woman together with alcohol? Chaos. Anarchy. Never mix your drinks, kids.

Posted: January 7, 2021