"Give me a double scotch," Asami said, not really caring about anything anymore. She was on the wrong side of town in a club that she didn't want to be with a crowd that she didn't trust, and the one person she knew here had set her up. And just to add insult to injury, it was on Valentine's day.

The tattooed bartender (arrows on his forehead and both hands) raised an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"

"Pretty sure I'm not. Now how about that drink?"

He didn't ask any further questions, and instead poured her her order. "4.75, if you will."

This was about the point that Asami realized she didn't have anything on her. "Fuck," she swore, trying to feel her skinny jeans for pockets, which were of course all empty. "My boyfriend ditched me, my wallet is still in his car."

The bartender gave her a sympathetic look, but pulled the glass away from her anyway. "Sorry sweetheart, no free rides here."

-"Put it on my tab, Tenzin," came a voice from her right. A female voice, no less.

Asami turned to her right, seeing a woman there, and she didn't really know what to think. One the one hand, there was a beer in her hand, she was smoking a cigarette, and she had a tribal tattoo on her face, forming a hook around her eye. The side of her head was shaven, and it had a tribal pattern running over it as well, though not the same one that adorned the side of her face. Her lower lip, nose, and eyebrow were all pierced, as was her ear. However, the ear was far more extensive, having at least five piercings, that's if she didn't count the long bar stretching across it for two. Her wifebeater also left nothing to the imagination: both of her muscular arms were fully covered with tattoos, shoulders to wrist. That wasn't even entirely fair, because she was wearing fingerless leather gloves, and the tattoos also went over her left shoulder and extended to under the fabric.

It had to be said though, she still looked really good. The wifebeater accentuated her muscular build, and between the way she was casually smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer, paired with her combat boots and leather pants, it was clear that she didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of her. Her face was lined with a slight smirk, also present in her fantastically blue eyes. Shaving one side of her head wasn't something Asami would ever consider, but it looked good on her. She still had enough hair left to make a high tail out of it, and combed the rest over the side of her head.

-"Fair enough," Tenzin replied, sliding the glass back to Asami. "Enjoy."

"Thanks," Asami said, throwing her an appreciative look.

The woman slid in a little closer. "Rough night?"

"Yeah, you can say that again. What gave me away?"

She chuckled. "Well, not to be rude, but you're not really the usual crowd of this place. No visible ink or piercings, conservative clothes even though you're hiding a great figure... Wasn't a difficult leap."

Asami sighed and took a sip of her drink, and immediately started coughing from how strong it was.

-"That's also a pretty clear indication," the woman smirked. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

At this point, Asami was doubting about telling her the truth or just coming up with a lie of sorts. This woman didn't look like she was up to any good, but then again, appearances can be deceiving. So far, she hadn't done anything to suggest exactly that. Still, it's only a name, how much harm could that do? "I'm Asami," she said.

-"Korra. Nice to meet you." She took a content sip of her beer, letting her eyes slide over Asami's figure. "So what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

Korra chuckled. "Well, you said your boyfriend ditched you here, so I'm guessing that's over."

Asami let out a morbid chuckle herself. "Yeah, that is very over. I was already having doubts, and then he took me here to tell me that he was fucking some whore. On Valentine's day, of all days!"

-"My, my, what a mouth on such a lady," Korra laughed.

"Not what you expected?"

-"Not really, no." She took a drag of her cigarette, eyeing Asami up again. "You don't like it here, but you don't have anywhere else to go, do you?"

Asami sighed. "Well... I left my phone and wallet in the car, which my boyfriend took. Can't call for a ride home and I can't take a cab."

A smirk appeared on Korra's face again. "So you spend your time here with me, waiting for a miracle to happen." She crushed the butt of her cigarette in a nearby ashtray, and took a new one from the box she had lying in front of her on the bar. "Smoke?"

"No thanks," Asami waved the offer away. Part of her wanted to take it, as she had smoked in a distant past, but quitting had been hard for her. She didn't want to start again. It had been her one little act of rebellion, but when her father found out, he immediately cut her off until she quit. No need to try that again.

-"So what is your big plan to get home?"

"I'm still working on that," Asami said, and took another sip of her drink, feeling the alcohol burn in her throat.

-"I could give you a ride."

This had her flabbergasted. "Excuse me? Do you just say that to anyone?"

Korra smiled again. "Well, it seems like you list of options isn't very long right now, and I'm probably one of your best bets here. Most others will be twice your age and three times your weight, but they'd be more than happy to make you a similar offer. At a fee of course, and I don't think it's the kind of fee that you'd wanna pay."

At first, Asami was a touch puzzled, but it didn't take long for the penny to drop. "Ah, no, that's not really what I'm after. But what's in it for you?"

-"Can't I just do something nice for a damsel in distress?"

Asami smiled. "Is that what I look like to you?"

-"Yes."

She snorted. "FYI, you don't look like the charitable type either," Asami playfully bit back.

Korra thought for a while, before jutting out her lower lip and giving her a short nod. "Fair enough. It's the tattoos, isn't it?"

This was where she began to hesitate, because what do you say to something like that? "Well..."

-"Relax, I know what you're thinking; tattoos on her face, she'll never have a job that pays taxes. I know the chart, I know the sentiment. But you can believe me when I say that I wouldn't have offered you a ride if I wanted to hurt you."

Asami still wasn't certain whether or not she could trust this woman. Common sense said no, but then again, it was slim pickings around here and her options weren't very expansive. "You understand my doubts, right? The mantra of 'don't get into cars with strangers' still rings pretty loud in my head."

A slight smirk played over Korra's lips. "Good thing I'm not here by car then," she said, leaning back on her stool. On the one next to her lay a leather jacket and a dark purple crash helmet with a blacked out visor.

"You've got to be kidding me," Asami incredulously said. This was definitely not what she had been expecting. She shook her head, thinking she was insane for even considering this. "What am I doing? I don't know anything about you, what you do, who you are, what you want, so why am I even thinking about this?"

-"Because you're stuck for options," Korra deadpanned. "But if you insist on knowing more about me, here it goes: my name is Korra Illouq, I'm a mercenary currently out of a job, never go out without my .45 on me, it's currently in my jacket, though most of the jobs I do end quietly. I'm not an assassin, I don't enjoy hurting people, I will do it if necessary, and they call me the Patron Saint of the Pitiful. Ask him," she said, gesturing to Tenzin.

-"It's true," the bartender piped up. "She's pretty soft-hearted for someone in this business."

Korra wasn't so easily silenced though. "In my free time, I like good booze, good company, anything fast enough to do something stupid with, or videogames if I'm feeling lazy. My favorite food is pizza and the only one in my life I currently care about is my dog Naga. Want to know anything else?"

Asami was flabbergasted. Knowing this much, and a lot of it seemed to be illegal, it was just too much. "That's a lot of information to process in 30 seconds," she said, rubbing her temple. After taking another sip of her drink, Asami sat up again. "Alright, you said you're a mercenary. You don't want to get paid for this?"

At this, Korra just smiled again. "For a ride home, I simply charge you a phone number."

Asami sighed, because even though she didn't like it, Korra was probably one of the least bad options here. A quick look around showed at least three men eye-fucking her, staring either at her breasts or her ass. The least she could say for Korra is that she had the decency to look her in the eyes. She was probably going to regret this. "Alright," she said. "I'll take you up on that offer."

A playful smile crept over Korra's face. "Sweet."

Alright, two things I feel I need to emphasize a little bit more: one. Don't judge a book by it's cover. Two. don't drink and drive, which is what Korra is doing here. Anyway, I wanted to do something for Valentine's Day (and the anniversary of Morning Are Evil, technically speaking), but what I had planned wasn't ready. I made a bet with Korrafaangirl, who did almost all of the artwork you see next to my stories, that if she made "a smexy Korrasami" drawing, I would write her a one-shot around it. This isn't that story, since neither the drawing or that one-shot are ready. This is just something I wrote once and never actually published. Take care, people!