Asami admired the six by five inch glass tablet in her fingers, while see-through, it wasn't beneath the surface that interested her. The interface glittered confetti and streams of colour sporting the Women's US soccer team, hot off of their win cheering in a fan fare of parades, confetti cannons and fireworks in the heart of New York. Their front runner of the top deck of the double decker bus, Korra waving a flag madly live on CNN. Asami watched her feed her hand into her pocket and rifle out a matching phone to the one the heiress watched her on now, smiling with her team mate she took a selfie and seconds later Asami received it with the caption.

Is this the bus for Vegas?

Her confused pouty expression was adorable in 4K ultra high definition. Asami found herself grinning way too wide as to be considered sane. There was something about the arch of her brow and the way her cerulean eyes gleamed that lightened the pressure in her chest, it might have even raised it but without being there in person she was too far away to tell.

Going back to the live feed she watched as the newscasters picked up on the fact that Korra was wielding a Sato Industries prototype SatoPhone. It wasn't a royalty for being a soccer star, even though they hadn't seen each other for near two years in the flesh, Korra always supported Asami's endeavours, from beta testing to offering to be on cereal boxes. Not that Future Industries' many philanthropies had dipped into the breakfast market yet.

"They could be like Cheerios but cogs," Korra had explained, on Skype from her home in LA, demonstrating on a box she'd sketched on with a sharpie. "Sat'O's…get it? Asami? Your eyebrow is doing that thing?"

"You waste an exorbitant amount of time d'you know that?"

"So is that a no?"

A vacation in Vegas with all her old best friends seemed like the perfect way to breathe new life into her old one. The arrest of her father two years ago she'd had to head up the complete restructure of Sato Industries, east and west coast. Two thousand miles from all her people in LA, and a newly recovered Korra.

After her last break up an infusion of Korra with this trip was just the cure. It was messy and hurtful and the silence between her other friends made it almost unbearable.

"You know what your problem is Asami? Everything you have and do is so neat and goddamn pristine." he spoke almost casually, matter of factly, but that didn't mean everything he said didn't hit the heiress like a slap. "You're a control freak. You can't let go and you are the reason this," Iroh gestured between the two of them, "doesn't work. I can't be a part of your neat little bubble anymore Sams, I'm sorry. You need to let go."

And at that point she did, of her glass of merlot, it went streaming over his smug face and Armani shirt.

It was immature she knew it, and maybe she was channeling the best friend that she missed so much, currently acing the world cup. It was then she realised how isolated she had let herself become, and seeing Korra on TV reminded her of everything she used to have; helping Bolin get over his crippling shyness to pluck up the courage to talk to Opal, who it was later revealed was similarly inflicted; sparring with Mako so he could ace his police hand to hand combat exam, helping Korra work through the last of her physical therapies, before the inquiry they were almost living together. She'd been so happy and now it was all in sight. The company was doing well. For the first time in a long time she felt free.

So naturally it was time to party.

Her display changed, Jinora, Korra's friend of the family-slash-almost sister was calling.

"Hey Jinora."

"I can assume that selfie got sent straight to you?"

"She said she's excited about Vegas this weekend."

"Ugh why couldn't I have been born six months earlier. I feel like I'm missing out on so much."

"Hey you'll come next time, you can even bring your secret boyfriend-"

"Don't the master has ears everywhere and he'll freak so much he'll lock me in the stables."

"The stunt double and the stable boy, how romantic," Asami crooned.

"Speaking of romance, are you going to tell Korra she's the reason you've tanked every relationship you've had from here to Houston?"

"I…You-"

"I can feel you blushing on my ear."

"It's complicated."

"You can make it less complicated by telling her."

"You say nothing. There are variables, lots of things could go wrong."

"What's the worst that could happen? She says no, Asami, she's a female soccer star, thats the second gayest sport on the planet, she should at least accept you for who you are and work through it until you don't feel as strongly anymore."

"It's ridiculous how wise you are Confucius."

"And hey, Gay Marriage is legal now, go to Vegas, let your freak flag fly! And Periscope some bits to me I don't want to miss a second Drunk Slami Aato."

"Bye Jinora."

"Bye Felicia!"

XXXXXXXX

We're under the moose head!

Asami re read Bolin's odd text, but he reiterated with a photo of a confused looking moose with a propellor beanie hat. It was hard to believe TGI Friday's could get any weirder, but then again they were in the birthplace of Fear and Loathing. As she walked in she caught sight of the lumbering mover star standing from their booth and waving his sunglasses at her. Mako sat beside him trying to get him to calm down. Meanwhile Opal, the dignified shining light of the Beifong and Zaofu hotel chain heirs, practically piggy back rode him as he clambered over the table to buffet her in a bear hug.

"Slami Sami!" he crowed rocking.

"Hey Bolin!" she yelped back, wrapping her arms around them both as Opal ruffled her hair. "And you Opal."

"Damn straight." she laughed hopping off her boyfriend to give a real hug. "It's good to see you Sams"

"Let the games begin!" beckoning to the table already full of beer and cocktails.

"Wait where's Korra?" As if to answer she felt strong arms curl around her abdomen, squeezing and craning her neck so she could blow a raspberry on the taller woman's cheek. "Korra!" She twisted, wiping her cheek and jokingly pushing her back, "Thats gross!"

"C'mon its been two years! I got a lot of love built up," she grinned, "I almost can't believe you're finally here."

"You're worse than Naga." Asami caved, wrapping her arms around the shorter girls form, holding her close, "I've missed you too." It hit her in waves, she'd cradled Korra before, albeit with less gusto than she was now but it reminded her of how important the athlete was to her. She fit so comfortably against her it was almost perfect. Before she had the chance to truly admire that fact Mako cleared his throat. They jumped apart, and Asami swore she caught Korra blushing before they turned to greet their ex.

"Detective Mako! How rude of us!"

"We must greet the officer!" Korra agreed, they saluted, he rolled his eyes before Asami dove to hug him.

"Okay very funny, now scooch in," He shuffled so Asami could sit next to him and grunted a little when she kept sliding to accommodate Korra.

"First order of business?" She asked addressing their usual game master, only his girlfriend answered.

"Jaeger." she said proudly, pulling a bottle out of the fray.

"Wh-at!" Korra's eyes bugled.

"Oh come on Superstar, you've got a week or so before your training starts. You wanna have fun tonight or don't you?" Opal winked eyes flicking between the two women at the opposite end of the table. Asami hoped against hope that Korra didn't catch her expression, or its implied meaning.

"You know I have like ten percent body fat right? I'm pretty sure I'll have no memory after tonight."

"Which is why we play the Mind Games!"

"Fantastic."

"Tone it down on the sarcasm cool guy," Bolin grinned, "College rules."

"You didn't even go to college." Mako muttered and Asami nudged him.

"You can't say the word 'drink', no pointing, spillage is lickage,"

"What does that even mean?" Asami asked watching the brown heady liquid tipple into the glasses.

"Oh it means if you spill your drink, wherever it lands you've got to get down there and-"

"I get it thanks Korra." She fed her arm between the heiress' and leaned in close.

"Happy to help," Asami turned her head and arched her eyebrow, to which Korra responded with her traditional indignant pout. The standoff melted suddenly into giggles, that Opal broke with the clearing of her throat.

"And greeting cards." she pulled out a deck and splayed them face down.

"Are we counting cards or something Beifong?" Korra jibed back, tearing her eyes away from the woman who's arm was still linked with her own.

"You know I'm a cop right?"

"You are? You never mention it." Bolin deadpanned as Mako took a card from Opal's deck.

"Whenever we go to a new place we each pick a card, lowest gets a forfeit." Opal took her own card licked the back and slapped it on Bolin's forehead.

"How often do you two do this?"

"Film sets get boring."

"Is this going to explain the streaking through Greenwich Village on the set of Thor 2 Bolin?"

"London had a tropical heatwave okay!"

Mako grinned and waved his King of Spades, Asami got an Ace of Hearts, Bolin a Queen of Diamonds, and Opal the King of Clubs.

"Goddamn the one time I hate to see my shirt number." Korra raised her 4 of Hearts.

"Okay Asami gets to pick, she got the highest."

"Be nice?" Korra offered, growing her eyes to doe like proportions while contrastingly Asami's emeralds darkened.

"I'll destroy you."

"Oh god kill me with Jaeger."

"What can I ask for?"

"Anything you want, some rules can last entire evenings." Korra whined as Opal explained, burying her face in Asami's shoulder.

"I feel bad that Jinora couldn't make it and I said I'd Periscope her all night. Korra you are now our resident live videographer."

"Weak." Bolin crowed.

"No this is good, Korra has loads of followers, this'll be great for our power friendship."

"Oh man, we're like the ultimate popular kids we have, billionairess, philanthropist and tech genius, the illustrious, industrious Asami Sato!" Korra got on board immediately, whipping out her phone and presenting each friend.

"Keep it in your pants Korra!" Opal chimed.

"In the Green corner we have Zaofu heiress, and sound double on the side for the likes of Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johansson and many other a hollywood Lady Opal 'the aeronaut' Biefong!" Opal flexed her arm and Bolin pretended to swoon, "Next to her is her wench, A lister, Mover Star, you know him from Marvel, we know him as the the six foot teddy bear, Booooolin!"

Asami snatched her phone from her and switched the camera to face her and Korra both.

"And fresh from her World Cup win we have to real MVP, voted most likely to be a super human in high school, and is the sweetest girl this side of the Nevada desert - it's Korra!" Grinning Korra took her phone back and switched the camera back around.

"And here we have Mako. He's a cop or something. I don't know he never mentions it."

Mako glared at her unblinkingly and deadpanned, "When you pass out. I will shave you."

"Shut up and lets beverage!"

XXXXXXXX

Asami woke in a haze of marshmallowy duvet. Roasting, yet blinding as the sun refracted off of every white surface in this damned penthouse suite. It wasn't the heat that woke her though, her phone was buzzing on the bedside table, shrill, loud like a jackhammer on the heiress' temple.

She groaned and her hand flew out knocking all its contents onto the floor.

"Son of a fuck." She groaned tasting her own horrible breath and the unfamiliar hoarseness of her own voice. It must've been a good night. She pulled herself from her cocoon, revealing that yes she was naked, sort of, in choice places she felt sticky, hazarding a guess she hoped it was the remnants of chocolate syrup. She wheeled around finding that she was, at that moment, alone.

Kind of. She couldn't believe her eyes; for at the end of the room, strutting of all things was a bright white chicken, wandering aimlessly and pecking at her discarded bra.

"Hey that's Versace!" the fowl paid no notice. Picking up her phone, which she whined at the sight of seeing that the screen was cracked, she flitted through her texts, of which there were fifty or so from Opal, Bolin and Mako combined. Opal was at least 30 of those, upon first glance they were drunken, odd and indignant. Before she could read in depth, again her phone began to bleat, and she answered, rewrapping her shoulders in downy goodness.

"Jinora?"

"YOU HAD SEX WITH KORRA?"

"Why are you yelling?"

"You. Had. Fucking. Sex. With. My. Roommate!"

"I think I would remember if I had sex with my best friend Jinora."

"You made a live stream Periscope sex tape that is all over youtube Asami."

"Did Opal put you up to this?"

"Holy cow you don't remember do you?"

"I don't know. I can't think it hurts. There's a chicken in my room."

"Fucking Vegas!"

"Stop yelling at me!"

"You and her had sex for hours last night, is she with you?"

"No no-one is with me - how do I not know you're lying."

"You're toes go numb after you orgasm."

"I didn't tell you that!"

"You told Korra last night."

"Stop saying I had sex with Korra."

"Oh my god you're a twitter trend look it up!"

Asami was suddenly wide awake, she flipped through the feeds, chanting a mantra of no no no no no!

If she had sex with Korra, which it very well looked like, she had tossed her phone, while recording into the glass bowl on the right side of the bed and it had done nothing but widen the perspective of the lens.

She turned from the left side to investigate, the right side had been slept in, there was a dip in the pillow.

"Oh no Jinora."

"Yeup."

"Jinora she's gone, what happened? What did I do?"

"Calm down I'm sure she has a reason."

"Jinora there's blood on her pillow. What if I hurt her? What if she hates me?"

"I don't think Korra is capable of hating another human being, I mean come on, it's Korra." As Jinora assured her her eyes caught the corner of a frame that hadn't been i the room when she originally dumped her clothes there.

"Oh no,"

"What?"

"It gets worse."

"How much worse?"

"Much worse. Kinsey six worse."

"Kinsey what now?"

"Korra and I…"

"What woman?"

The frame held an official document, one that Asami hoped to high hell was not official.

State of Nevada

Marriage Certificate

Bride - Asami Sato

Bride - Korra Sato