The dim light of the café was streaked with waves of smoke. Mako pulled his fedora further down with one hand and held his martini in the other. Jazz notes floated in the air and he found himself tapping along. Hi brother, Bolin, rocked the table slightly fidgeting with his beverage. Mako narrowed his eyes and gave his brother a side-glance. Bolin was oblivious and sat watching the singer croon along. He swayed slightly with the tune and had a large grin on his face.
"Isn't this amazing?" Bolin hooted. He whirled around in his seat. His green eyes shone brightly in the dark room. He frowned at Mako when he saw him scowling. "Com'n there's plenty of women to dance with. Just ask someone."
"No, I'm not interested," Mako mumbled. He glanced at the door. He really wanted to bolt out of it. This place was intolerable. The smoke make his eyes water, the music was too loud, and he was certain there was a Triad member in the corner eyeing him up.
"Relax, bro," Bolin said smacking his shoulder. "This is supposed to be fun."
Mako scowled and went back to staring at the wall. He hated costume parties, especially when he was dateless. Bolin had been relentless until Mako finally agreed to go. Even if he didn't agree he needed a night out and away from work. Bolin had also made fun of him for wearing a vintage detective outfit. Bolin was strutting in his Nutuk outfit. Mako knew they both were just wearing what they had their closets. Well, Mako was wearing what he could scrounge together from the discarded garment box at the police station closet.
"Mako cheer up," Opal said. She had acquiesced and was wearing a longer version of Ginger's outfit from "The Hero of the South." She tugged on Bolin's arm who followed her to the dance floor.
Mako threw his head back. The grimy ceiling had odd water stains ringing the light fixture. He sighed and closed his eyes. He pulled his hats over his eyes and rested back in the chair.
"Are you napping, Mr. Hat Trick?" A voice cooed over the music.
Mako sat up quickly almost falling out of his seat. He yanked the hat off his head, and tried to smooth his ruffled hair back into place. Korra stood before him in a light blue flapper gown. The fringe swayed light as she leaned over him. The green sequin trim flashed in the light. She gave him a side grin as she grabbed the arms of his chair and leaned over him.
"I didn't think you could make it?" Mako said as a smile spread across his face. He reached his arms up and wrapped them around Korra's waist.
"And miss seeing you like this?" She laughed. She leaned in and kissed him gently. She stood up and smiled at him, and raising her eyebrows looked at the dance floor and back at him.
Mako pouted slightly, but finally stood up. He cupped Korra's face in his hands and kissed her softly letting his lips linger before kissing her passionately. He then let her lead him to the dance floor.