Korra

"Ugh." I grunt, as I haul my tired legs up the staircase to my apartment.

What a day. Sometimes I wonder if I really am pushing myself a little too hard… I've been up since five, since Priscilla's short on helpers this week. I honestly wasn't expecting to see Raven there. That's what I've called her, because I still don't know her name. I do it a lot, give folks nicknames in my head, not that they ever find out.

Raven's little outburst surprised me, but it made me happy, too. Clearly there's still fire in her belly, and that's important, that's what you need to survive out there.

I throw off my coat, chuck my car keys on the table, grab a cold beer, and collapse on my well-worn sofa, flicking on the TV. It's like some kind of ritual by now.

Today's filming went well, Kuvira in particular was pretty spectacular. It was a hard scene, lots of physical action, rolling in the dirt. I already showered on the set, otherwise first thing I'd be doing right now is having a nice, hot bath.

Actually, I think I will, maybe it'll ease off my muscles a little. I'm just about to climb off the sofa, when there's a loud knock at the door.

"Knock knock." I groan and roll my eyes, knowing what's about to come as I force myself off my comfortable perch.

"Yes?" I crack open the door, pouting, as Kuvira pushes it open the rest of the way and barges in.

"Hey, butt-face." Kuvira says.

"Come in." I sigh, though I'm smiling.

"Korra." Kuvira folds her arms, "It's Friday."

"So?" I groan. I'll put up a fight, but she'll win, she always does.

"So we're going out! Grab your coat!"

I protest loudly about how tired I am whilst slumping back onto the sofa, but Kuv's having none of it. She switches the television off, plucks the beer from my hand and downs it in two seconds, then looks at me with a wry smile.

"You know I'm not leaving until you get off your ass. We've talked about this."

"Fiiiiine." I growl, whispering a few cuss words under my breath as I grab my coat, after which Kuv hooks an arm beneath mine and physically drags me out of the house.

I lock up, thinking back to how we met, how we'd bonded almost immediately on the set. She's like the older sister I never had, she certainly bullies me like a sibling, though it's for all of the right reasons. Take tonight, for example. I'd probably never leave the house, never socialise at all, if it weren't for her.

I watch as she sprints excitedly towards the car.

I'd almost entertained the notion of asking her out on a date once… but turns out, we're just too damn similar. I chuckle as I see her rubbing her face into the bonnet of my car, purring enthusiastically about how happy she is to see "her baby" again. Yeah. We're definitely too alike.

"Actually, Kuv. I was thinking of drinking tonight. Let's walk and get a cab back."

"Oh? That's not like you."

True, it isn't. I drink infrequently, and then maybe one or two at most. But there's a lot weighing on my mind, and I could do with the happy buzz for once.

"Maybe I'm just in a partying mood." I lie.

"We'll have to get changed into our fancy pants if you wanna party, darling." Kuvira folds her arms and sits on the bonnet.

"Hey! Get off her!"

"Huh? She probably likes it." Kuvira says, wearing a shit-faced grin and rubbing her ass cheek around the bonnet. I swat her off, barely concealing my laughter, then inspect the hood. Thankfully, Kuvira's butt did zero hit points worth of damage.

"Let's go local, I can't be arsed walking for miles." Kuvira says.

"Red Drake?" I suggest. It's the second closest, and people there are generally friendly. Plus, they do amazing cocktails and I'm in the mood for something other than beer.

"Sounds good."