AN: I was originally going to keep this as a oneshot but I had another idea pop into my head randomly so I'm going to write another chapter. I know the lot of you are secretly angry at me for not updating 'Korra Doesn't Like Fanfiction' but I have the unfinished chapter saved onto another computer about three states away so you are going to have to bear with me.

Just consider this a 'I'm sorry I haven't updated in over two months' present.

Fucking Korra.

Just...Motherfucking Korra.

Needless to say, Asami was not happy with her friend at the moment. Sure, she lost the bet, but when Korra gave her the simple penalty of 'picking up a few things at the store for her' Asami thought Korra was being nice and letting her off easy.

But Korra never made things easy. In fact, she was making things difficult for her right now. At the moment her friend was standing on the other side of the cash register, swinging her umbrella around. Ever since they entered the store, that damn grin never left her face.

So here she was, downtown some new department store called Wal-Mart, waiting in line with a basket full of things Korra so desperately needed. She just wanted to get in and out of the store as soon as possible, unfortunately, the man in front of her was holding up the line with a fat stack of coupons. After a couple of minutes, Asami finally had enough.

"Sir," Asami snapped. "Do you really need to save 20 cents on that fucking orange juice?"

"Hey screw you." The man looked down into Asami's basket. "You act like what you're buying is so...important..." The man's voice trailed off as he examined the contents of her basket. A few seconds of silence passed before the man smirked at her.

"You know what? Forget the coupons. It's obvious you are in a hurry." The cashier rang up the man's items and he paid the cashier before grabbing his bags. "You have a wonderful evening Miss."

Asami could hear Korra snorting to her right. After sending a quick glare Korra's way, Asami emptied her basket and set the items on the counter. Her face started to turn red from embarrassment as the cashier coughed awkwardly to hide her smile and the couple behind her stared at her knowingly while trying to suppress their laughter.

"You find everything okay, ma'am?"

"I did." Asami bit out. "I had a lot of help from my friend here."

Korra flashed her a thumbs up and Asami had to repress the urge to choke her.

"Hmm...that's weird." The cashier examined the items. "The price tag on all of these items have been scratched off. I need to do a price check."

Motherfucking Korra.

Asami was stupid for not double-checking the items Korra put in her basket. This was just classic her.

Always making shit difficult.

"Han! Han! Get over here!" The woman shouted to a man restocking candy 6 registers over. Instead of walking over so they could continue their conversation at an acceptable volume, the man yelled back from where he was standing.

"What do you want?!" Asami palmed her face in frustration. They were really going to do this to her. In front of everybody.

"I need you to do a price check on a few things!"

"Like what?!"

"Two Orchid scented candles, a six pack of strawberry-kiwi wine coolers, the 'Fifty Shades of Grey' book, one container of Vaseline, and..." The cashier paused to count out the last items. "Three cucumbers!"

Korra couldn't hold it in any longer, She laughed mercilessly as everyone in line stared at Asami. If Bolin were here right now, Asami wouldn't do something as cliche as asking him to bury her alive. Nah, she would end that shit quickly by having him drive a stalagmite through her eye socket.

Or are they called stalactites?

Can earthbenders even bend stalactites? Asami made a mental note to ask Bolin if he can bend Calcium Carbonate the next time she saw him.

"What was the name of that book again?!"

The cashier cupped her hands around her mouth so she could amplify her voice. "FIFTY SHADES OF GREY!"

You know what? Fuck the stalactites. It would be a lot easier if she walked over to the hardware section and brained herself with the claw end of a hammer.

"Okay. Be back in a bit!" To everyone else in line, 'a bit' was three minutes of impatient groaning. To Asami, 'a bit' felt like two hours of social suicide. While Asami was contemplating whether or not she had enough cash on her to buy a hammer as well, Han finally returned with a slip of paper. The cashier looked at the paper and typed the item prices into her register before she finally looked up and smiled at Asami.

"That will be thirty-seven Yuans and 83 cents Ma'am."

Asami practically threw the forty Yuans at the cashier and waited while she printed out the receipt and gave her her change. Now that Asami's suffering was finally over she stomped over to Korra and shoved the bag into her arms while Korra giggled at her friends embarrassment.

"So Asami...What did you learn?"

"That you are literally an asshole?"

"Nice try, but no. What did you really learn?" Asami pinched the bridge of her nose. She knew Korra wouldn't let up so she finally gave in.

"Never bet the Avatar that she can't eat ten bowls of noodles in one sitting."

"Atta Girl. You know, I had a lot of fun shopping with you today, we should do it again sometime. I heard there was this little shop around the block that sells 'marital aides'." Korra waggled her eyebrows at her.

Okay. That's it, Asami had enough of this. If she was going to die of mortification in the middle of Wal-Mart of all places, then there was no way in hell she was going down alone. Asami laid a gentle hand on Korra's cheek and gave her an evil grin. She wanted everyone to hear what she had to say next.

"C'mon sweetie, let's hurry up and head home. We don't want to be late for date night again!" Korra's grin transformed into a look of horror as a few customers whistled and shouted catcalls at the two girls. Asami pried the umbrella from the stunned Avatar's hand and walked out into the wet parking lot. She didn't even bother waiting for Korra as she opened the umbrella and walked toward her car. The Avatar could walk home for all she cared.

It's not like the bitch didn't deserve it.

AN: Well I guess 'Knock, Knock' is a two-shot now. Or it could be a three-shot, since I'm already getting ideas for a new chapter. You know what, I'll just add another chapter to this story whenever I feel like writing some Korrasami (Well it would be Korrasami if you squinted, put in your contacts and turned your monitor sideways). But I'll get right on that after I update KDLF. Eventually. I hope.

Oh yeah, One more thing. It's not really LOK related but I'm planning on branching out into Mass Effect Fanfiction. The only problem is that I have two story ideas and I can't decide on what to write first. So if you happen to be a Mass Effect fan, please take two seconds of your time and vote on the poll I set up on my profile page. The choices you have are:

1. After saving the galaxy for a third time, Commander Shepard calls up all the people who promised her drinks and holds them hostage.

2. A poor Infiltrator dealing with the daily annoyances of kill-stealing vanguards.

Please pick one, even if you aren't a Mass Effect fan. I would really appreciate it.