"I love you so much," Bolin slurred, patting his brother's shoulder and dangling dangerously over the end of his bar stool. He was still wearing his tuxedo from the wedding - Mako's obvious choice for best man. Asami had picked very nice clothes for the two of them, and had even allowed them to stick to their usual color schemes.
"Me too, Bo," Mako replied with equal amounts of slurring. He pulled his now-taller brother in closer for a hug.
"I'm going to miss you…so much," Bolin admitted, as though marrying Asami was tantamount to moving to the Eastern Air Temple.
"Have they forgotten we live right next to each other?" Asami asked an increasingly irritated Korra. They could hear the inebriated pair even from the position across the room where they were surveying the scene.
By the time they looked back, Mako and Bolin had moved on to the dance floor.
"Remember when I taught you to dance?" In their drunken state, their moves were less than graceful, but it mirrored the first time Mako had learned from his brother.
The amused wedding photographer was snapping photos of the entire scene - dancing, feeding each other cake, hugging, crying, stumbling…
Asami was in between amusement and irritation, but Korra was more decidedly in the camp of irritation.
"We're going home," she informed Bolin as she lifted him over her shoulders and carried him out, leaving Mako with his new wife.
"Mako! It's starting -hic- already," he warned his brother as Korra carried him away, proving his earlier fears were justified.
In later years, Korra and Asami often taunted the brothers with the wedding scrapbook. It proved ineffective, however, as neither of them were very embarrassed by their behavior.