Song 1 - Wild Wild Woman - Your Smith
A morning such as this required coffee, and something greasy, or fruit, mountains and mountains of fruit, Korra couldn't quite decide. Cheek to sofa cushion, she opened bleary blues to the headache of a lifetime.
While at that moment she couldn't currently remember what exactly she'd done the night before, evidence suggested she'd stumbled her way back early this morning, making it no further than the call of blankets and leather and passing out on her couch.
Slowly she pieced it all together, the night beginning the way headaches like this always did, sitting alone at home, unable to stop obsessing over what her best friend was doing. It was a pattern in her brain that she couldn't seem to break out of.
After all, old, old, old, habits die hard.
Soon enough she decided to embark on a solo venture to the bars around town, and it culminated as it usually did; in the crowded dark and pounding light, kissing a different woman.
The banging on her door felt like steel nails being hammered into her brain.
She stood and caught herself mid stumble, finding it easier to keep her eyes closed and feel her way to the door.
Opal barged in.
"Why haven't you been picking up?" she seethed.
Korra sucked in a breath, more to keep the room from spinning than to achieve any kind of rebuttal. Instead she made her way to the kitchen, grasping a glass she was pretty sure may have still had vodka in it, filling it with ice and then life giving water.
She drank it down, letting the liquid freeze her twisting insides.
"Have you been drinking?" Opal inspected Korra dishevelled and disgruntled, holding the glass to cool her forehead.
"Among other things." she exhaled simply, her mind being dragged into the present finally.
It was an answer to which Opal could only ever respond with an exorbitant eye-roll. Which led her to her next conclusion.
"You unplugged your phone?"
"It kept ringing," Korra recalled.
"Jesus, Korra, last night of all nights,"
"What about last night? Am I missing something? Did I book an appointment with you to be yelled at this morning?"
Opal could have informed her it was deep into the afternoon by this point, she could have filled her in with the details of her own panic and terror in a calculated, gentle way; that of a caring friend whose patience hadn't been worn paper thin.
Instead she grabbed the remote and turned on the news.
Korra watched without listening at first, her brain hadn't the capacity to do both at that time. She could see a mountain on fire, beaches of escaping tourists, the smoke, and ash that once upon a time would taunt her nightmares on her old vacations.
It took too many seconds to put the images together, and in the understanding, drop and shatter the glass between her fingers.
"She's fine." Opal relieved her of the terror for but a moment. It triggered something in the Korra's chest, and her breathing stayed erratic and pained. Opal's hands met her folded arms, encouraging her to look into her pale green eyes. "She's home," She assured her.
It didn't seem to matter to Korra's body that for the most part, everything was okay, her muscles had seized, her mind was now completely blocked with anything that wasn't memories of her best friend, the best friend she'd almost lost. The best friend who wasn't her best friend at all. Not in the way her body went cold and soul silent at the very thought of losing her.
"I'm going to see her now, do you want me to drive you?"
The reality of their previous situation returned to Korra then, sharp and stinging. She closed her eyes again, to keep the truth of it bleeding out.
"No…it's okay,"
"Korra…she's worried about you, she couldn't get a hold of you, she left messages. She's worried that you're mad at her-"
"You know I'm not."
Opal watched as Korra became still, eerily so. It was a defence mechanism she had mastered over the years, particularly when things got too much, it wasn't so much to force her nerves to be calm, but to try her best to stop existing. There were no problems if you didn't exist, at least for a little while. Ordinarily no-one noticed.
Korra had more reasons than most to fall silent of late.
Opal stepped back and took her in, the room she was standing in, the glasses unwashed by the sink, the mussed blankets on the couch, the clothes Korra wore, the morning after the night before.
"You have to tell her Korra,"
When she finally opened her eyes, Opal saw once again that wounded gaze. Korra shook her head.
"You need to deal with this, you're destroying yourself."
"I…" Korra began and stopped herself, if only to find the words that wouldn't send alarm bells ringing in a sympathetic and rational person, "am no stranger to this…I know it seems like I'm struggling; I'm doing my best, but make no mistake, it is mine."
Her gaze was sober now, and one of conviction. She would defend her useless bleeding heart until it was the only thing left of her. Despite the pain loving Asami caused her, she never wished it away, in fact she was quite possessive. This was a small candle she defended against a sea of troubles, her life would be infinitely easier if she didn't bear the burden, but she knew how dark it would be.
"I have to let go before I…" again she struggled with the words, confess, didn't seem right, especially if it was where she hoped to be, or rather, never to be.
Nimble fingers pried gently at her own clasping over her heart. Korra hadn't realised she'd placed it there until Opal's hand knotted with her own.
"It's okay," the Assistant assured her, "I'll be here then," her free hand reached over her shoulders and tugged her in for a tense, necessary embrace. Korra wouldn't give herself to it, and Opal didn't expect her to.
"No Korra?" Asami asked, almost on the second the her front door was fully open to Opal.
"She, uh, went out last night," Opal pursed her lips, studying her boss/friend, the anxiety that seemed to grow in her gaze, "She's not in a state to read any documents,"
"Oh… was she with anyone?"
"No, why?"
"No reason, just last time she went out she was with people. When have you ever known Korra to go out without people?" Asami lied when she knew the real answer was a lot, and recently.
Opal shrugged, omitting the same lie. They fell into a silence, Opal took the chance to scan the apartment, aside from the coffee table covered in papers, the place was as pristine as ever.
"You feeling okay boss?"
"Hmm?"
"You know after the whole, volcano blowing up your honeymoon thing? Where is Iroh anyway?"
"Oh he got called in," Asami waved a hand nonchalantly, "It actually worked out great for him he's probably looking at a promotion." she flashed a bemused smile before turning to the task at hand.
"So," Opal began, again choosing her words tactfully, "what exactly did your mom leave you?"
"As far as I can make out it's a sleeping will,"
"A what?"
Asami pulled a document from the top of the pile. In her anxious wait for her friends, she'd already done much of the digging and translating of legalese herself. The deeper the tunnelled into it, so too did the burrowing, gnawing, pit beneath her solar plexus.
"I kind of knew my mother owned the house we lived in, but after my father's court case I just assumed it got caught up with all the other assets seized and lost to bidding wars. This will protected it from us, and by us I mean Hiroshi, losing it before it could be passed to me. Except, it's intergenerational, this sleeping will was drawn up by my mother's mother in the forties, and at that time a woman couldn't come into her inheritance until she married so…"
"The house was only owned until you or your mother wed?"
"I guess, I don't know I guess my mom didn't have time to change it between the chemo,"
"Maybe she was hoping she wouldn't have to,"
At that Asami's eyes turned glassy and cold, turning down to look at the clink of keys in her own left hand, turning the metal, tasting the iron bitter in her mouth.
"I haven't been back since the funeral," In her mind she was there, white bow in black hair, breathlessly clinging to her rock of a best friend, crushing her hand, sobbing into her collar. "I was hoping to have her with me when I went back," Asami admitted aloud.
Opal regarded her, the immovable object, and couldn't help but think of Korra, the entropic force.
"Go get a jacket," she instructed, "It's cold out." she explained when Asami gave her a puzzled look.
Opal waited until she was out of earshot before picking up the phone and dialling a number she'd come to know all too well.
"Oh good, you reconnected your phone! I know you're going through something but I underestimated the situation, just, if you get this message and are sober enough, meet us at the old Sato place… Everything aside I just think she needs you to be, well, you… Bye."
That was the right thing to do right? Opal thought to herself watching Asami pace, pushing her arms through her sleeves and give her a weak watery smile.
They pulled into the long driveway of a grand old building. Large but not imposing, and once upon a time, the heiress could've looked upon it and known it was her home. Such a feeling was foreign to her now.
Someone had been maintaining the topiary at the border, and mowing the lawns, but little else spelled that this house had inhabitants. It looked as Asami remembered it, if only less saturated after just under a decade.
She passed the large oak out front her fingers ghosting over the bark. Shuddering as the residual memories embalmed her.
"Are you sure you want to do this now?" Opal asked.
No, was her immediate response, not without her. Swarmed by the memories, by her parents, by her friend keeping her company in the looming hollow house, of sleepovers, pillow forts and just being happy. Korra's easy smile warming it's hearth, distracting her from everything bad that was happening. A bond forging as Korra held her weeping through those last nights here.
Asami felt a prickle down on her neck and wrenched herself from that energy, nodding, forcing her mind back to task.
"Let's do it," she urged, unfurling the keys from her pocket, tangling them in the lock.
The door yawned into an empty house. Rooms dressed as though they were ghosts. Blankets covered furniture, covered walls, covered history.
Asami stalked the empty halls, her companion dutifully trailing behind her, trying not to disturb the fragile memories they were pressed against.
Eventually they meandered to separate corners of the living room.
Asami gravitated to the deepest, darkest wall. Back in the day it was where Hiroshi proudly drew the eyes of his guests when hosting dinner parties, business deals, and undoubtedly nefarious misdeeds.
On this day, it was covered by a large white sheet, hanging a foot or so from the ceiling, and finishing a metre or so from the ground.
"What you got there 'Sami?" Opal probed as the silence drew long, and somewhat painful.
Asami couldn't answer, and it was only after she pulled the sheet did her companion realise why.
The Sato Family, Hiroshi, Yasuko and Asami, immortalised in oil on canvas. The young heiress was dressed in frills and finery, her little emerald eyes still shining, a happy child, a happy marriage, to last only in portrait form.
"Pretentious." She muttered quietly, before marching for the door, heels clipping hardwood harshly, intending to flee, to never return. At least that what she hoped. What stopped her could only have been shapes in a flash, but something about the colours, or perhaps a smile within them stuck her feet to the ground.
Opal watched as she turned slowly, possessed and seemingly unsure of her actions. Drawn to where photographs still stood proud, if a little dusty on the mantle.
Hiroshi kneeled in cargo shorts, looking unassuming and even sweet, with his arm around his wife and daughter. Asami's own arms were tangled around Korra's nimble shoulders. Through the layer of dust she saw four smiles, innocent and even.
The pomp and circumstance faded away on that family hiking trip. Asami had attributed it to Korra being there, Korra knew how to have fun and on that trip she showed the Carmaker's parents the way. It was the calm before the many, many, storms.
In her head she couldn't help but follow their paths through the years, the lights that turned dark, and her mother's, that extinguished.
Before she knew it the tears were leaking again, streaming down her cheeks, turning the dust on the glass into mud.
"Asami-"
"It's okay," she lied. "I'm okay," she lied again. "I can't breathe," that part was true.
Storming out of this house was a muscle memory she fell back into effortlessly.
When Louboutin's hit gravel and she lost her balance. She twisted and cradled the photo she was still clutching to her chest. Closing her eyes, she hoped for the best.
"Whoa!"
Three coffees were whipped on the ground as strong hands clutched her arms and kept her upright.
Asami came face to face with the girl in the photo, blue eyes shaded by octagonal mirrored shades she may or may not have stolen from Asami years ago.
"Oh," Asami balked, looking down at the frothy drinks she'd destroyed into the dirt, "I'm sorry,"
"It's ok they were all for me anyway," Korra joked, looking down at them glumly. "God I needed them." she muttered mournfully under her breath, pouting.
When Asami took her in, logically she knew she should be mad, that her best friend had ignored her, given her the silent treatment, lied by omission about the pseudo family on an island she had once lived a second life on, but it was the heiress' emotions had control of her body then, and her arms pulled Korra into place.
The Ice Sculptor didn't say anything, as the Carmaker clung to her, eyes finding home in her throat once again, inhaling deeply, fighting back sobs, fingers clutching Korra's jacket.
What strength Korra had left was put into holding her steady, on palming steady soothing circles between her shoulder blades, on keeping her feet planted in the grit and gravel so they wouldn't fall.
"I've got you," she told her, and despite her stupid crumbling heart she meant it in every sense. Asami could only tighten her grip at that.
"Where were you?" Asami urged, warm breath huffing into her skin. Korra fell silent at the question, searching for a statement that wouldn't reveal her hand.
"I'm here now," was her response.
Asami noted the cacophony of unsaid thoughts emanating from her best friend then, spying yet another clue in this mystery that she added to her now vast collection. The time would soon come where the engineer could present her findings back to her, and demand the truth, but for now she simply folded the corner of the page for later perusal, and let Korra's hands soothe her.
"I'm glad you're okay," she continued, somewhat awkwardly, after Asami unlatched herself, and Korra sheepishly returned hands to pockets.
Like that Asami was reminded of the hell-scape she'd escaped from less than a day ago. She remembered the nightmare that preceded it, and the embarrassing voicemail she'd obsessed over whilst her honeymoon was still technically viable.
"Did you get my message?" she was both enthralled and afraid of the answer.
"I…uh, haven't really been checking them, I only got Opal's because I was near the machine so-"
"Delete it," it was a knee jerk reaction, primarily designed to save face, whilst wiping residual tears from her own, "I left a stupid… drunk call, you don't need to hear me…rambling,"
"Oh,"
"It's hardly worth listening to, I'd just appreciate it if-"
"You made it!" Opal interrupted from the doorway, relieved she wasn't the only one to act as Asami's back up.
"I did! I got coffee!" Korra called back, just as relieved to not be left alone with Asami and her own giant wall of inevitable imposing feelings, "…it spilled."
Asami pursed her lips, mirroring Korra, crossing her arms and averting her eyes.
"I assume by the force you ran into me you don't want to go back inside?" Korra questioned quietly, reaching out but stopping her hand just shy of her arm. "Can I see?"
Korra didn't mean the house, but the photo. Asami couldn't explain why in that moment she was so protective of it, but it was with reluctance she handed it over.
"I remember this trip." Korra lifted her shades to get a proper look. "The summer at the Banyan Grove Tree," Korra thumbed the dust off their grinning faces, "you'd just gotten your braces off,"
"I finally had a smile as good as yours." Asami tapped into the pride she'd once had, how much she smiled on that trip. How she would never smile as much thereafter. She turned on her heel toward the house and proceeded to lock the door.
"I can't believe your parents put up with me," Korra mused as she watched her habitually, knowing she was swiping at tears beside the bridge of her nose, even if her back was to her, "I was such a wild thing,"
The last words gave her lips a bitter twist. Hiroshi called her that when he thought she couldn't hear. It shouldn't after all these years, given the man, but still it stung.
"You were what we needed," Asami whispered, turning back, smiling sadly, "me especially,"
Korra didn't know how to respond, her lips were trying to smile back, but she was sure she only accomplished a weak grimace. With her sleeve she wiped the rest of the picture clean, and handed it back.
"Where's your car?" Opal asked after yet another loaded silence.
"I took a cab here…I literally cannot see straight." Korra shrugged.
"Get in the back," Opal nudged her fondly as she passed, and Korra stole another glance at Asami, looking lost and forlorn at her own home, thumbing the one good memory she could liberate.
"You okay back there, Weekend at Bernies?" Opal asked as she drove perhaps too fast over speed bumps.
"Get bent," Korra seethed. Asami smirked at her best friend despite herself. She could still feel the wrong between them, but this was neither the time nor place, not when she needed her.
Asami considered for a moment that she should tease her too, for all the worry she caused. In her head she asked what she got up to the night before, but automatically the only add on she could think of was simple blonde or brunette, or god forbid redhead.
No, she thought, Korra told me this in confidence, that'll close her up for good. In the mirror she watched her, still and indeed corpse like on the back seat, only taking deep breaths when Opal turned too sharp a corner. There's still more I need to know.
"How was it?" Korra's husky hungover voice pulled her away from her thoughts, and even though it was a question most expected, for some reason it was surprising coming from Korra.
"It was nice," Asami answered, instinctively keeping it light and short, "it was… a lot of sunshine, and calm, massages and just…nice, and then," Asami remembered the dream, the nightmare, the way she couldn't take her mind off of the woman in the back seat for longer than twenty minutes, "and then it ended. Abruptly."
It wasn't the content of Asami's statement that perturbed Korra in that moment, but the lack thereof. It was a punishing level of silence, that had Korra's anxiety rocketing through her head.
"And the house?"
"It's just how we left it remember?"
"Oh,"
"Yeah," Asami mused quietly, "Oh,"
"What do you want to do about it?" Opal asked, attempting to steer the conversation to a proactive destination.
"I want to forget," Asami responded honestly, "It's like I can't deal with it right now, it's all just so heavy so fast and I can't-"
"Sounds like you need a drink," Opal teased, desperately attempting to lighten the mood.
Both sets of green eyes focused on the brunette in the back.
"Kay, you know a place?"
Why am I doing this? Korra thought to herself, loudly so as to hear her own thoughts above the din of the bar, Because I am a sucker for my best friend.
It had been hours since they'd left the Old Sato Mansion. The girls had to get ready of course, and in that time Korra's nausea had subsided, leaving enough space for regret and anxiety to take its place. Especially as Asami delivered a tray of shots to their table.
"I can't," Korra waved her hands, and shook her head, "Just looking at it," she grimaced, "smelling it," she added.
Asami shrugged and necked the shot, Opal followed, as did Mako and Bolin. The gang was all back together, the gang that Korra could stand anyway. It was enough, Korra knew, to keep her mind away from her feelings if the conversation kept flowing, She'd be safe if she wasn't left alone with those encompassing emerald eyes, in one of the many rooms across this city she had made copious mistakes.
"I wanna go dance!" Opal announced, already three drinks in, grabbing her boyfriend by his shirt, and Mako by his, before Korra could protest or cuss her out for turning on her so fast. She could feel the steam coming from her own ears as she watched them go.
She dared not look at the siren sat beside her.
"Hey I just wanted to say thank you," Asami's lips were by here ear, she couldn't measure as she vehemently insisted on keeping her gaze straight ahead, but she could feel her breath tickle her neck, "For today," she continued, "You didn't have to pull through like you did."
"Of course I did," Korra thumbed the water glass in front of her, nail tracing the droplets. "I'm sorry it's not worked out like you planned."
"It really didn't did it?" Asami watched her, skin turned pink in the neon and dark, muscles coiled in her proximity. "You've done so much for me… I mean that sculpture, I'm amazed how you did it, I'd love to know,"
"You paid me for that," Korra reminded. "Besides, you know the whole thing with magicians and secrets," she took a sip of her drink, her hands desperate for something to do.
"It was beautiful," Asami went on, eyes following raised hackles, up to a drop of escaped water on Korra's lower lip, "We didn't ever come in for a sitting, and you, had my likeness so well… You did it all from memory? I thought it was funny because you don't have a good memory…"she watched a tongue dart out to catch the drop as Korra listened, "I mean you forgot to tell me about Ember Island and Kya-"
"Asami," Korra meant it as a warning, but already in her voice she felt defeated.
"I mean why wouldn't you tell me you spent whole summers at my honeymoon destination?"
"It didn't seem important,"
"Of course it's important, Korra your life, to me, is important,"
"You never asked." for the first time ever Korra's voice took on a harsh, warning tone. At the edge of her secret, desperate to protect it. Asami was taken aback by this, and studied her, as best she could in pounding music and boiling air.
"I'm asking now."
"Korra?" the voice filtered through the crowd and Korra was trapped like a deer in headlights.
Asami could see her throat seizing, she knew her friend enough to see that she was blind sided, and wished she could evaporate into the ether as the interruption took place.
"Hey," Korra finally wheezed, nerves abound as she lifted her eyes to the stunning brunette with her fingers poised at their table.
Asami couldn't help but want to snap them like twigs.
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh I'm just - I'm here with some friends," Korra tried not to sound as guilty as she felt. "This is my friend, Asami,"
Asami waved sheepishly, reigning back her indignant anger at being interrupted, to watch the two talk, or specifically, how their bodies changed in each other's presence. A key had been struck by the encounter, a charge reverberated through the air, and like that Asami knew exactly how Korra knew this gorgeous woman.
"Oh you actually know this girl?" the temptress half-teased.
Korra flushed, and lips pursed. Thoroughly caught in the reflection of a reputation she hadn't meant to make.
"We were on a relaxing night out," Asami quipped, feigning politeness, "did you need something?"
The woman was clearly confused by such a passive tone, with an overall aggressive quality to it. Asami couldn't help herself, something about her presence rubbed her the wrong way.
"I need to talk to you," the stranger pressed, turning completely to Korra. Twisting her hands before throwing a glance over her shoulder, "Can you meet me outside? Please,"
Korra's eyebrows drew together and her mouth opened to respond only no sound was able to make an escape.
"She can't right now," all the energy the Carmaker had put into interrogating her friend, had now been channelled into protecting her from this perceived threat. She took Korra's hand from the table and standing led her to the floor. In her shock and inertia Korra followed without a word.
Internally Korra was recovering from a bomb going off between her ears, and they were still ringing until Asami gripped her hand possessively and started to lead her away. Her two worlds had collided quite unceremoniously, and when she was finally able to analyse these moments she stopped shy of being dragged away and looked at the woman with sympathy.
"Maybe later okay?" she told her.
The woman pursed ruby red lips and nodded, before returning to her own friends elsewhere in the crowd. Korra expected to be led to the bar, where she could see the trio that had left them to dance getting more drinks, only Asami rounded on her, and more surprisingly, her gentle hands skimmed her shoulders to cross at the back of her neck.
"She's still looking," Asami explained.
"You don't have to-"
"That's what best friends do in a bar," she smiled at her, and Korra's pathetic little heart shot into overdrive at the sight mixed with the sensation of those long fingers mussing with the ends of her short locks, "save you from the creepy guy, or girl, by pretending to be… an obstacle,"
"She's not creepy,"
"I've literally never seen you more freaked out Korra," Korra huffed, averting her eyes. Asami rolled hers, momentarily releasing an arm to guide Korra's hand to her waist. From there she urged her to move to the beat of the song, luckily it was all bass and pulsing, easy enough to sway along with, and talk over, "Who was she?"
"Her name is June,"
"Who is she to you?" Asami pressed.
"You remember Blank?"
Asami did remember the tale of Blank, the woman Korra slept with on her wedding night, for hours all told. Asami now had a face to place whenever she imagined the amalgam of mystery women.
"So you got her name in the end."
"It's really not like this, I'm not…avoiding I just, it was sudden."
"You like to keep things separate, I get it,"
"You really don't," Korra said it with that same half smile that, honestly, drove Asami crazy. You don't know me and you never will.
"Help me to," she urged. "I want to be a better friend to you,"
"I know," Korra pursed her lips, "Let me work on it, okay? Give me time,"
It wasn't exactly what she'd been hoping for, but it was a a start. At least Asami could be certain that Korra knew she wouldn't let her slink away that easily, not when she was on the precipice of all those secrets.
"Okay," Asami told her assuredly, absentmindedly scratching her hairline as though rewarding a puppy, she did notice however Korra straightening her back as a litany of tingles coursed their way through her body from those very fingertips.
Eyes met, and for a moment Korra swore the music filtered away as her bravery just swelled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you about Kya and the island. It's just, it was a happy time, I wasn't happy for such a long time after and I never went back…I didn't want to ruin the memory, or have them see me that way, and then it just felt like too late to ever go back or talk about. It's hard to explain." She shook her head and broke the spell that made this world their own. "It sounds so stupid saying it out loud."
Instead of cooing, telling her that it certainly doesn't sound stupid, Asami simply tugged her close into an embrace.
The Sculptor heaved a sigh of relief, of something deeper, and Asami cradled her friend.
"Kya misses you," Asami soothed, her thumb tracing arcs over the crook of her neck, and finding the skin soft there.
Once again Korra couldn't respond, but she had the wherewithal to hold onto her friend, tighter.
"We should probably dance or this is going to look super weird," she finally said, and Asami laughed.
They parted gently, Asami's fingertips still gingerly tracing the arc of Korra's elbow. Before either of them could even hear the song, two trunks of arms hooked Asami by her middle and lifted her bodily from the ground.
"Hey babe!" Iroh crowed happily, placing a sloppy kiss to her cheek.
Asami turned into him, only to receive a dozen more, on and around her lips as he explained,
"We've been out since noon, to celebrate my pay bump and I saw your note!" Asami had left a note on the fridge, not expecting anything of it, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Given they were just married and had just survived a natural disaster. "This bar is cool. Hey Korra,"
Asami mourned to see how her best friend's entire being had seized at the interruption.
"Hey," she gave an odd three fingered wave, before signalling she was going out to smoke.
Asami felt an internal pull to follow, but her husbands arms were stronger.
Korra was shaking when she met the outside air. The bar door closing behind her, she waited until she could still her pounding heart, fumbling with the pack of cigarettes, half crushed from her back pocket.
Her ears were still ringing from the inside, her hangover still present from the night before. Gently she cracked her eyes open, and for a moment watched the exchange as though she herself wasn't a part of it. June had her hands either side of a man's arms. He was gesticulating wildly, and June looked half afraid, half annoyed. Before Korra could consider stepping in to help, their eyes met and Korra stood half frozen.
"Is this her?" said the man, June gripped his arms and tugged back, it was all the confirmation he needed. "You like fucking other people's wives?" was the last thing Korra heard before a hard punch in the nose and the crack of a door hitting the back of her head.
Song 2 - Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill