Dude Looks Like a Lady -- miss_sanguine
Author: Miss_Sanguine
Title: Dude Looks Like a Lady
Pairing: Sokka / Mysterious Beautiful "Woman"
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Bryke and Nick own Avatar.
Author's Notes: Just moving some of my fics from FF.net to LJ. Here's one of them. I had so much fun with it. :3
Summary: Drunk Sokka sees a dazzling stranger in the distance and goes to greet her.
"Hey waiter!" the water tribesman called from across the room. He waved his arm in the air and grinned widely when the server looked his way. "How 'bout another one for ol' Sokka?"
The Monkey-Hare Pub in Ba Sing Se was well-known for its soju and Hite, both of which the young man had taken a liking to the last few days. Drinking helped pass the time, after all, and he happened to have arrived in the city a few days earlier than everyone else. The rest of Team Avatar would be showing up sometime this week.
Sokka leaned back in his chair, listening to its old wooden legs cry out in protest and smiling at the ceiling. He'd picked a beaten up table in the back of the bar so as keep mainly to himself, and he didn't mind the added perk of being able to see everyone that came in and out-mainly the women. Here in the Upper Ring, the ladies were all stunningly beautiful. Not as beautiful as Suki, of course, but still nice to look at.
When the waiter brought him his new drink, he thanked the man kindly and proceeded to down the mug in just a few gulps. It sent a tingle of warmth all the way from his head to his toes, and he smacked his lips in satisfaction.
"I would suggest not drinking it so quickly, sir," the waiter said, taking the now empty mug and looking at Sokka with a half-smile and quirked brow. "This stuff's pretty potent. And you've already had six."
Sokka waved off the comment with his hand, chin jutting out indignantly. "I drink far more than this down in the South Pole," he lied, ignoring the fact that his head was buzzing with hundreds of little happy buzzard bees. "We men of the Water Tribe are often admired for our tolerance of alcohol. I could have twenty more if I wanted to!"
What was he talking about again?
The man looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, but Sokka couldn't see anything funny about-well, whatever he'd just said. Maybe he'd told a joke?
"Whatever you say," the guy said, turning and walking away, leaving Sokka to stare after him.
Somewhere on the other side of the bar, music started playing, and his thoughts moved to other things. Were Suki here, the two of them would dance to music like that. It reminded him a little of the sounds he would hear in The Jasmine Dragon-lilting, catchy. He could even swear he heard a Tsungi Horn somewhere in there. Suki liked the Tsungi horn.
He sighed, happy, and rested his chin on his hands. Suki would be arriving soon-maybe even tomorrow. He hadn't seen her in a while, not since she'd gone to offer her services to Zuko back in the Fire Nation some few months ago. The Fire Lord had wanted his soldiers trained in some of the ways of the Kyoshi Warriors for more diversity, or something like that. Sokka had to admit he hadn't exactly been listening when Suki'd told him-he'd been too upset by the fact that they would be separated.
He did like the idea of Zuko's men forced into dresses, though. The mental image made him chuckle a little.
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Sokka decided to leave the bar when he noticed that there were no more women to stare at. It was late and the only people left were surly-looking men who only seemed able to grunt and glare at each other.
It was difficult to get to his feet at first; his head swam and the room spun a little. He was able to walk, thank goodness, but it felt like he was sloshing through the Swamp he'd been in so many years ago. Gravity was not his friend tonight.
As he made his way back to the Jasmine Dragon, where Iroh was generously offering him and everyone else rooms, Sokka noticed someone up ahead who was walking in the same direction. At first he couldn't make the person out, but then they stepped into the lantern light that lined the pathway and he caught sight of beautiful long black hair. She was wearing a stunning red robe that ran all the way down to her feet-and she was well-built.
A fine young lady if he had anything to say about it. No doubt her face was just as lovely, though he hadn't managed to see it since she was walking ahead of him.
Strange, he thought, rubbing his beard. I feel like I've met her before. Ah well!
His heavy legs were suddenly light as air as he strutted over to this dazzling stranger. When he reached her, his hand automatically slapped her bottom companionably and he said, "A fine woman like yourself shouldn't be out alone-"
The "woman" had him flying through the air before he even knew what was happening, and he landed painfully on the gravel some few feet away.
"Don't you ever touch me again, you-" The stranger stopped, a heavy silence filling the air. Then it was broken by one word. "Sokka?"
That hadn't been a woman's voice. Sokka knew that voice."Oh. Hey, Zuko. Glad you could make it. Did you know that you're not a girl?"
How was he supposed to have known that in the last three years the Firelord would have grown his hair out like that?
Title: Dude Looks Like a Lady
Pairing: Sokka / Mysterious Beautiful "Woman"
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Bryke and Nick own Avatar.
Author's Notes: Just moving some of my fics from FF.net to LJ. Here's one of them. I had so much fun with it. :3
Summary: Drunk Sokka sees a dazzling stranger in the distance and goes to greet her.
"Hey waiter!" the water tribesman called from across the room. He waved his arm in the air and grinned widely when the server looked his way. "How 'bout another one for ol' Sokka?"
The Monkey-Hare Pub in Ba Sing Se was well-known for its soju and Hite, both of which the young man had taken a liking to the last few days. Drinking helped pass the time, after all, and he happened to have arrived in the city a few days earlier than everyone else. The rest of Team Avatar would be showing up sometime this week.
Sokka leaned back in his chair, listening to its old wooden legs cry out in protest and smiling at the ceiling. He'd picked a beaten up table in the back of the bar so as keep mainly to himself, and he didn't mind the added perk of being able to see everyone that came in and out-mainly the women. Here in the Upper Ring, the ladies were all stunningly beautiful. Not as beautiful as Suki, of course, but still nice to look at.
When the waiter brought him his new drink, he thanked the man kindly and proceeded to down the mug in just a few gulps. It sent a tingle of warmth all the way from his head to his toes, and he smacked his lips in satisfaction.
"I would suggest not drinking it so quickly, sir," the waiter said, taking the now empty mug and looking at Sokka with a half-smile and quirked brow. "This stuff's pretty potent. And you've already had six."
Sokka waved off the comment with his hand, chin jutting out indignantly. "I drink far more than this down in the South Pole," he lied, ignoring the fact that his head was buzzing with hundreds of little happy buzzard bees. "We men of the Water Tribe are often admired for our tolerance of alcohol. I could have twenty more if I wanted to!"
What was he talking about again?
The man looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, but Sokka couldn't see anything funny about-well, whatever he'd just said. Maybe he'd told a joke?
"Whatever you say," the guy said, turning and walking away, leaving Sokka to stare after him.
Somewhere on the other side of the bar, music started playing, and his thoughts moved to other things. Were Suki here, the two of them would dance to music like that. It reminded him a little of the sounds he would hear in The Jasmine Dragon-lilting, catchy. He could even swear he heard a Tsungi Horn somewhere in there. Suki liked the Tsungi horn.
He sighed, happy, and rested his chin on his hands. Suki would be arriving soon-maybe even tomorrow. He hadn't seen her in a while, not since she'd gone to offer her services to Zuko back in the Fire Nation some few months ago. The Fire Lord had wanted his soldiers trained in some of the ways of the Kyoshi Warriors for more diversity, or something like that. Sokka had to admit he hadn't exactly been listening when Suki'd told him-he'd been too upset by the fact that they would be separated.
He did like the idea of Zuko's men forced into dresses, though. The mental image made him chuckle a little.
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Sokka decided to leave the bar when he noticed that there were no more women to stare at. It was late and the only people left were surly-looking men who only seemed able to grunt and glare at each other.
It was difficult to get to his feet at first; his head swam and the room spun a little. He was able to walk, thank goodness, but it felt like he was sloshing through the Swamp he'd been in so many years ago. Gravity was not his friend tonight.
As he made his way back to the Jasmine Dragon, where Iroh was generously offering him and everyone else rooms, Sokka noticed someone up ahead who was walking in the same direction. At first he couldn't make the person out, but then they stepped into the lantern light that lined the pathway and he caught sight of beautiful long black hair. She was wearing a stunning red robe that ran all the way down to her feet-and she was well-built.
A fine young lady if he had anything to say about it. No doubt her face was just as lovely, though he hadn't managed to see it since she was walking ahead of him.
Strange, he thought, rubbing his beard. I feel like I've met her before. Ah well!
His heavy legs were suddenly light as air as he strutted over to this dazzling stranger. When he reached her, his hand automatically slapped her bottom companionably and he said, "A fine woman like yourself shouldn't be out alone-"
The "woman" had him flying through the air before he even knew what was happening, and he landed painfully on the gravel some few feet away.
"Don't you ever touch me again, you-" The stranger stopped, a heavy silence filling the air. Then it was broken by one word. "Sokka?"
That hadn't been a woman's voice. Sokka knew that voice."Oh. Hey, Zuko. Glad you could make it. Did you know that you're not a girl?"
How was he supposed to have known that in the last three years the Firelord would have grown his hair out like that?