“I don’t really do parties,” Korra said dubiously, eyeing the embossed invitation Asami had given her.
“You’ve gone to events before,” Asami pointed out, surprised.
“Yeah, as the Avatar. Where people know who I am, and how I am. No one expects me to be a socialite debutante whatever.” She crossed her arms, hunching a little. Asami raised an eyebrow.
“I doubt there’s anyone in the city unfamiliar with who and how, Korra.”
“Yeah, but...it’s your party, not some stupid political thing. I don’t wanna...how all over it.”
“...Korra, are you worried you’re going to embarrass me?”
Korra hunched further in on herself.
Asami reached out and touched Korra’s shoulder, using the other hand to lift her chin, meeting her eyes. “I get that you might care what people think of me,” she said softly, “but I really, really do not. You come before any of them, any day of the week. If they don’t like you, or think less of me for liking you, they can get the hell out of my fancy party.”
Korra smiled then, despite herself. Something about Asami swearing always made her smile. It was like a painting telling you where to stick the brushes. She was pretty sure Asami did it entirely to get that reaction sometimes. Like now.
“Okay,” she said after a moment. “I’ll come, but only if you promise to kick out at least one person by saying exactly that. I need to see that in action.”