Zuko's P.O.V.
As the party progressed Zuko became more and more frustrated with Mai. She wanted a drink, that drink wasn't good enough. She was hungry, the food here looked nasty. She wanted to dance but no! The music was too slow… It was driving him insane.
Zuko walked over to the Avatar sitting next to Katara. He looked beautiful in the color of the four nations. The four nations celebrated the end of the war each year by donning new clothes in the color of white. As Always she wore her mother's necklace, her blue eyes sparkled with the amount of Cactus juice she had consumed through the night.
"May I ask you to dance?" Katara looked to the Fire Lord and over the possible future Fire Lady, Mai turned away. She blushed and nodded.
"Don't all the lights look pretty?" She asked.
"I didn't ask you to dance so we could talk about the décor!"
Katara pushed away. "Then what did you ask me to dance for, Fire Lord Zuko," She spat?
"I wanted to get away from Mai, you were the only option that wouldn't send the court ladies into a fury. Don't take this offensively, but they don't think of you –or any member of the water tribe- as a threat."
"Well maybe they should." The music changed, they continued to dance.
"And why is this. Politically you are no threat, and we in the fire Nation don't marry interracially."
"Ahh… I see, they're threatened from our dark skin?"
"No, probably more from your cold eyes."
A tango started. Passion was never greater.