I finally finished another chapter. A team Avatar chapter, because I don't think we get to see enough of these dorks hanging out as friends.
"Urg, I don't get why I have to do this?" Mako mumbled, dragging his feet as his brother pulled him into the store.
"Because you need something to wear to my premiere. In case you'd forgotten it's in three weeks."
"I own a tux."
"You can't wear that," Bolin said simply.
"Why not?"
"Because you can't. It's a premier. You have to wear your best."
"That is my best."
"You can do better."
"And why are we here?" Korra asked.
"We're getting dresses," Asami answered.
"We have dresses," Korra frowned.
"You own all of four dresses," Asami informed her.
"That's plenty. And you have like a hundred so I don't know why you're getting another dress."
"Don't exaggerate. I don't have that many."
"I just don't see why I have to spend money on a new tux."
"If you don't want to buy it then I'll get for you," Bolin said, "No stop whining."
"I just hate clothes shopping, it's such a hassle," Mako grumbled.
"I second that," Korra agreed, an unimpressed expression on her face as their quartet entered the store.
They'd been standing in the store for all of three seconds before a man appeared next to their group. He was a cubby guy, with rose cheeks and vivid blue eyes. His black hair was sleeked back.
"Ms. Sato, how wonderful to see you again. How have you been?"
"It's good to see you again Akio. I've been fine."
The man, Akio, nodded, with a pleasant smile, "That's marvelous to hear. It's always a pleasure to have you with us. And it's a great pleasure to welcome your friends as well. Avatar, Mr. Bolin, Mr. Mako, it's a delight to have you." He bowed.
"Uh…" Mako was looking at Akio with a confused expression. Korra too had a bemused look. Bolin, on the other hand, lit up like a lantern.
"Gee, thanks. It's nice to meet you. Akio's your name right."
"Yes sir. How can we be a service to you today?"
"We're looking for some formal wear, for Bolin's mover premier." Asami replied.
"All of you?"
"That's right."
"Right this way then." He led them to a private room, furnished with cushy sofas. Two women came into the room and Aiko spoke to them quickly, tell them to bring in a selection of tuxes and dresses.
"While you wait, can I get you anything? Sweets? Water? Tea? Wine?"
"You'd let us have stuff to eat?" Mako questioned, even more confused.
"Sweets?" Korra asked.
"Tea," Asami replied.
"Wine!" Bolin exclaimed.
"Bro," Mako frowned at him.
"What? He offered it."
"I'll be right back," Akio gave a quick bow, leaving the room.
"Is it always like this when you shop?" Mako asked Asami.
"Pretty much, yeah," Asami chuckled. She sat down, gesturing for them to do the same.
"Remind me to come shopping with you more," Bolin plopped next to her.
Asami laughed again, "I'm sure you can get this kind of service on your own, Mr. Mover Star."
"Yeah right," Bolin snorted, rolling his eyes.
"He already knew your name when we came in. That proves you're famous."
"That's only because by best friends are the power couple of the decade."
"That's not true," Asami said.
"No, he's totally right. I'd so call us the power couple of the decade," Korra joked.
Asami laughed, pushing Korra playfully, "I meant that's not the only thing Bolin's known for."
At this moment the clerks came back into the room, rolling in two racks of clothes. One was filled with tuxes and shirts. And the other carrying dresses.
"Our finest outfits," said one of the clerks.
"Whao," Bolin jaw dropped. He moved towards the suits, but stopped and looked at the clerks, "Um…can I?"
"Of course sir,"
Grinning like idiot he started riffing through the clothes, oohing and aahing at every other piece.
"Oh I like this…no, no, this one. Mako, this one would look good on you, here." He took a maroon suit off the rack and trust it into Mako's hands before continuing his own search, "This is nice too…" He picked up about four and disappeared into dressing room.
Aiko came back with refreshments. "Do you need anything else?"
"Not now no,"
Mako was still standing there, the suit Bolin had handed him in his arms, "I…I guess try on this…" He entered the next dressing room, looking a bit reluctant.
"No, let's see if we can find you something." Asami said, looking through the dresses they'd brought.
"I still don't know why I just can't wear one of my dresses." Korra said pouting, "Don't you like my dresses?"
"I never said I didn't."
"Then why go through all this trouble."
"It's not trouble, it's shopping, and it's not the end of the world," Asami took out a calf length light blue dress with pale sequence, holding it up in front of Korra. She shook her head and put it back on the rack. Korra hugged her from behind, resting her head on her shoulder.
"What about you?"
"Don't worry I'm getting one too. I just want to see about you first. See anything you like?"
"This is alright," She reached over and picked out a long, free flowing green sea foam dress that pinched around the waist. The neck was a modest oval and the material was layered adding a light ruffed look to the dress.
Asami smiled, turning her head to look at her girlfriend, "It's different."
"You don't like it?"
"I didn't say that. On the contrary, I think it would look good on you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah,"
"So, how do I look?" Mako asked.
Korra and Asami turned to face him.
"Oh, no," Asami shook her head.
"Yesh, yeah, she's right. It doesn't look good."
"That bad?" Mako looked down at himself, trying to smoothen out the jacket, "If you had to rate it, out of ten?"
"Two."
"One."
"Right, I'm taking it off," He removed the jacket and looked through the rack for something else. He picked out a grey suit this time and went to change. Korra went to try on the dress she'd chosen as well and Asami kept looking through the dresses.
"Is it just me or is this a little much," Bolin came out of his room wearing a white tux with a green tie. Asami snorted, using a hand to cover her mouth to stop her giggles. Korra and Mako both suck their heads over the top of the changing room doors. Korra broke out laughing. Mako rolled his eyes.
"That is defiantly too much Bolin," Mako said, "Why'd you even pick that out?"
"It looked nice on the hanger."
"You'd look like this giant white spot in the pictures," Asami was smirking.
"A white spot with a head floating above it," Korra laughed.
"So no white then."
"No white," The other three agreed together. Bolin went back into the changing room and handed the white tux to one of the clerks, as well as other white one. Asami shook her head with amusement. She took two dresses of the rack and stepped into the final dressing room.
Korra emerged from her room, looking around. "Asami?"
"Changing!"
"Oh,"
"That dress looks marvelous on you Avatar," Aiko said.
"Yeah, but you're supposed to said that," Korra smiled faintly, looking in the mirror.
"No, I mean it, honestly."
"I'll believe it when Bolin tells it to me,"
"Oh, let me see." Bolin came out of his room, pulling on the jacket for a brown suit.
"Why just Bolin?" Asami's voice came from her changing room.
"Yeah, you don't trust Asami's and mine opinion?" Mako asked, exiting his changing room as well. He had on the pants for a black pinstriped suit, as well as the white shirt, waist coast and bowtie that went with it, but he hadn't put on the jacket for it as yet.
"Well, I can't help but feel that you two will be biased," Korra said lightly.
"No we won't."
"Okay, what do you think of this dress then?"
"It's…" Mako glanced her up and down quickly, "It's…fine."
Korra arched an eyebrow, "Now I don't know if you trying to undercompensate cause of what I said, or that's what you really think."
"It's nice. It looks good, you should get it." Mako said earnestly.
Korra looked at Bolin.
"Ten out of ten, you look beautiful."
"Thank you, I think I found
"What, you just believe him like that?"
"Well, yeah. It's Bolin."
Bolin smirked smugly at his brother. Mako frowned.
"Fine then, don't take my opinion." He huffed.
"Hold on, I still have to see the dress." Asami came out. Korra, Mako and Bolin all stared.
"Asami…" Mako blinked.
"Babe, whoa," Korra's lips were parted slightly.
Bolin grinned widely and gave two thumbs up, "Nice!"
"I'm guessing you all like it?" She gave a little twirl in the midnight blue dress. It was accented with a slivery grey geometric pattern. The dress cut just below her knees but a sequin fringe hung down to just above her ankles.
"No that is a ten out of ten," Bolin said nodding seriously.
"Wait, so I'm not ten out of ten anymore."
"Mmm, okay, you're a still a ten. Asami's a twelve."
Asami laughed. She whispered in Korra's ear something that made her turned deep red, steam practically pouring out of her ears.
"Okay, you two found what you're wearing. So what about us?"
"I like the pin stripes," Asami said to Mako.
"Better than the last one?"
"Much better,"
"Bo, this suit looks really sharp on you," Korra said.
"I don't know," He turned, looking at himself in the mirror, "I'm not feeling it. Let me try one more." He darted back into his changing room.
"I don't like how the waistcoat looks though," Asami said suddenly, as Mako put on the jacket for his suit.
"You don't."
She shook her head, rubbing her chin as she looked at him, "Can I see a red waistcoat?" She asked.
"Of course Ms. Sato," They brought the garment right away. Mako switched the waistcoats right there, looking at Korra and Asami for approval.
"That looks good," Korra smiled.
"Oh defiantly, you will be the heartthrob of the red carpet."
"I doubt that," Mako said, scrutinizing his reflection, "But I do like how this looks. Thanks."
"Of course," Asami and Korra said.
"O.K! I think we found the winner!" Bolin emerged again wearing a grey suit with a light green waistcoat and tie.
"That is the best one you've tried so far," Mako nodded with a smile.
"Haha, look at us," Bolin pulled them all to the mirror, "We are going to steal off the front pages."
"Yeah," Mako rolled his eyes in amusement, "We'll get the front pages because of how we're dressed, and not because you're the star of the mover, or the fact that we're team Avatar."
"Shh, don't ruin it!"
Writing Korra and Asami being adorable together is the best, but writing these four together is a close second.
Nardragon~ until the next page.