[ Unfortunately, the club Hei has in mind does have a dress code. ]
[ After careful deliberation, he's chosen an in-between venue. Not so sleazy that you have to wear gloves before touching anything. Not such a party atmosphere that everyone is either drunk or high. But not so ritzy that Korra feels intimidated, either. There's a fun ambience to be found in the Zona Viva -- the lively zone -- an area known for its clubs and bars and frequented by mostly trendier urbanites who can do without bloodshed and violence. ]
[ Bundled up in a dark coat, black turtleneck and jeans, Hei stands at the pavement. Above his head, a flashing red-and-pink neon sign advertises the club's name -- Crazy Mongoose. Music wafts from the windows; the thumping bass is so strong it makes the floor vibrate. Slipping his hands into his pockets, Hei rocks back a little on his heels in the universal gesture of impatience. This isn't exactly a venue he feels at home in. But he's been trained to blend in anywhere, and clubs are ideal for fading into the scenery. He keeps a careful eye on his surroundings, watching people valet-park and step toward the velvet rope. A bouncer who looks like The Hulk getting a root canal guards that plush barrier. He's second to a PYT in a bright-pink super weave. She has the guest list so she has the power to veto all who approach her domain. She guards it as if it's the 32nd flavor of Baskin Robbins. ]
[ It doesn't take him long to spot Korra. Eyebrows raised, Hei steps up to greet her. ] You ditched the dress? [ He sounds more confused than disappointed. ]
daaate >3
[ After careful deliberation, he's chosen an in-between venue. Not so sleazy that you have to wear gloves before touching anything. Not such a party atmosphere that everyone is either drunk or high. But not so ritzy that Korra feels intimidated, either. There's a fun ambience to be found in the Zona Viva -- the lively zone -- an area known for its clubs and bars and frequented by mostly trendier urbanites who can do without bloodshed and violence. ]
[ Bundled up in a dark coat, black turtleneck and jeans, Hei stands at the pavement. Above his head, a flashing red-and-pink neon sign advertises the club's name -- Crazy Mongoose. Music wafts from the windows; the thumping bass is so strong it makes the floor vibrate. Slipping his hands into his pockets, Hei rocks back a little on his heels in the universal gesture of impatience. This isn't exactly a venue he feels at home in. But he's been trained to blend in anywhere, and clubs are ideal for fading into the scenery. He keeps a careful eye on his surroundings, watching people valet-park and step toward the velvet rope. A bouncer who looks like The Hulk getting a root canal guards that plush barrier. He's second to a PYT in a bright-pink super weave. She has the guest list so she has the power to veto all who approach her domain. She guards it as if it's the 32nd flavor of Baskin Robbins. ]
[ It doesn't take him long to spot Korra. Eyebrows raised, Hei steps up to greet her. ] You ditched the dress? [ He sounds more confused than disappointed. ]