Missouri's in with a helping of nachos and a margarita. She's got her feet kicked up on the living room table in front of her armchair.

Terrible irony, that.

Zuko is not tiny; no, he is not youthful -- he's still an awkward, confused teeanger with awkward, confused feelings and... well, you get the idea. Currently, he has a table, a plate of food, and a return of a familiar volume: The Count of Monte CristoYes, it's one of those days where he wants something comforting; the food is very, very Fire ( Read more... )

Katara inna bar! With dinner! And trying not to step on any puppets.

She maintains this by sitting at the bar with her dinner, and keeping her feet high on the rung of the barstool.

She's totally botherable, otherwise, though! And looks awful happy there, too!

Following Makita's advice, Smellerbee's spent the past few nights in Bar waiting for Jet when he finally did show up. She's moved to a few different tables trying to find a good vantage point. And when she got tired, she curled up in a booth and went to sleep ( Read more... )

Smellerbee was tired, and she was grumpy. She and Longshot had walked probably the whole of the lower ring at least twice; it felt like her feet were going to fall off. And in the end they hadn't found one sign of Jet. It was as if he and the men that had arrested him had just vanished into thin air ( Read more... )