Restaurants were always so damn cold no matter what you were wearing in Moeâ€™s opinion. Being shoved all the way in the back corner booth was not really helpful either. He shivered a bit as he looked over the menu carefully, looking at the least expensive items on the menu so he could keep the price reasonable like he said, wondering what he should choose to eat. The more he looked the hungrier he got but there really was not anything in particular he was craving or that stood out to him the most right now. Donâ€™t get him wrong, he was certainly not one of those people who will sit for an hour before they order, he was probably a bit more tired that he had thought originally. It was beginning to hinder his train of thought it seems and that was not something he wanted. After taking a moment to think he decided to go with a medium-rare steak with some fries on the side with a cold Miller Light to wash it down.<br/><br/>He would probably need a nap or somethingâ€¦ beer probably wouldnâ€™t help that but he really didnâ€™t care. He was feeling a little stressed out at the moment even if he was doing, once again, a good job at hiding himself. As soon as they got to the station he was going to throw Korra in a holding cell and then go home and sleep. Just because he was taking her out to eat didnâ€™t mean he forgot about his job. In fact he wouldnâ€™t be surprised if he got in trouble for this since she should be cuffed and in the back of his car, sitting out there alone while he was in here eating. She should feel like a little princess right now compared to how he has treated criminals he has detained in the past, hopefully she would not make him regret this. Things would not be pretty if she did but of course he was not going to say as much. Being able to hide his emotions has proven useful in a lot of situations, the downside being that it sometimes drained him.<br/><br/>With a yawn, he sank back against the seat and looked out the window with that gaze that said he was deep in thought again. He was trying to think of a conversation starter but was drawing one huge blank which made him feel extremely awkward. In all honesty he really couldnâ€™t wait to get this done and over with. Bobby the waiter had brought their drinks about two minutes later, eyes falling to Korra again, muttered that their food would be ready in about five to ten minutes and then went off to tend to another table. Kind of odd that a salad would take a while to prepare but he thought that maybe they were a bit busier than they seemed; people were beginning to flood in for dinner.<br/><br/>Moe sighed and opened the beer bottle that had been placed in front of him. He poured its contents into a glass filled with ice that had been provided for him before he drank some of it down. Since he didnâ€™t drink often -unless he was with friends, that is, in fact he really was not an alcoholic despite a few blackouts he has had in the past- this really hit the spot, making him feel a bit more relaxed than he had been earlier. In his opinion it was proper to drink it out of a glass than the bottle when in a restaurant, even one that was not fancy. Little past memories like that stuck with him, that was something his father had said to him when he ordered a drink at a restaurant one night. Pushing not half empty bottle aside he focused on drinking the glass but didnâ€™t drink it all, wanting to save some for when he got his food.