Just dance, gonna be okay
Who: ofthearcana and zuzukins
When: Monday night, August 9th, just before the sirens
Where: A club. Any will do.
Summary: Minako decides that someone should educate Zuko about the night life. Considering she's never been to a club before, either, this might prove interesting. Once again, Zuko finds himself being dragged off on a date without really thinking about it. It's okay, he needs to be more social anyway.
Warnings: No, there is no Zuko BDSM inside, move along. There is however two curious teens wandering about town checking out a few clubs. Between them, cuteness. Everyone else, night life stuff.
He had already showered today so he supposed he smelled all right. There was nothing he could do for his hair, however. Zuko couldn't even remember how Uncle Iroh had fixed it the last time he went on one of these "outings". It was a good thing he had gotten some spare clothes donated to the Cathedral of Jonova earlier this week. His usual attire had begun to reek, and now hung on a bar in the bathroom, still soaked after he had washed all the pieces in the tub. Yesterday.
The shirt and pants were easy enough to figure out, but Zuko had no idea what to do about the strings hanging off his shoes. After a moment of consideration, he bent down and tied them in weird knots. That was the fashion in this place? Well, much as it didn't make sense to him, he couldn't really fight it. After brushing his teeth and combing his fingers through his hair so that the unruly strands wouldn't look quite so unruly, he was ready. Smokey mewed from his spot on the pillow, watching his master prepare for his first date in the city.
"I'll be back soon, okay?" he told the tiny kitten, who rumbled appreciatively when Zuko reached down to stroke his head with his fingers. "So... be good." Turning off the light, he closed the door and headed downstairs. He wasn't sure what to think of all this. But, well, he was rather curious. And after that fiasco with Katara earlier today, he would like to do something to distract him from thinking about it for a little while. He could understand a little bit where she was coming from, but just a little. And when everyone else seemed to accept him into the group but she kept refusing made it even more frustrating. What did she want from him? He'd already begged, he already apologized, he already offered to do whatever she felt necessary in order to earn her forgiveness. How could that still not be enough!?
This girl - he still didn't know her name, or if she told it to him, he forgot, terrible with names that he was - seemed nice enough so Zuko tried to bottle his bitter feelings. That all could wait until after she showed him what this "music bending" was all about.
When: Monday night, August 9th, just before the sirens
Where: A club. Any will do.
Summary: Minako decides that someone should educate Zuko about the night life. Considering she's never been to a club before, either, this might prove interesting. Once again, Zuko finds himself being dragged off on a date without really thinking about it. It's okay, he needs to be more social anyway.
Warnings: No, there is no Zuko BDSM inside, move along. There is however two curious teens wandering about town checking out a few clubs. Between them, cuteness. Everyone else, night life stuff.
He had already showered today so he supposed he smelled all right. There was nothing he could do for his hair, however. Zuko couldn't even remember how Uncle Iroh had fixed it the last time he went on one of these "outings". It was a good thing he had gotten some spare clothes donated to the Cathedral of Jonova earlier this week. His usual attire had begun to reek, and now hung on a bar in the bathroom, still soaked after he had washed all the pieces in the tub. Yesterday.
The shirt and pants were easy enough to figure out, but Zuko had no idea what to do about the strings hanging off his shoes. After a moment of consideration, he bent down and tied them in weird knots. That was the fashion in this place? Well, much as it didn't make sense to him, he couldn't really fight it. After brushing his teeth and combing his fingers through his hair so that the unruly strands wouldn't look quite so unruly, he was ready. Smokey mewed from his spot on the pillow, watching his master prepare for his first date in the city.
"I'll be back soon, okay?" he told the tiny kitten, who rumbled appreciatively when Zuko reached down to stroke his head with his fingers. "So... be good." Turning off the light, he closed the door and headed downstairs. He wasn't sure what to think of all this. But, well, he was rather curious. And after that fiasco with Katara earlier today, he would like to do something to distract him from thinking about it for a little while. He could understand a little bit where she was coming from, but just a little. And when everyone else seemed to accept him into the group but she kept refusing made it even more frustrating. What did she want from him? He'd already begged, he already apologized, he already offered to do whatever she felt necessary in order to earn her forgiveness. How could that still not be enough!?
This girl - he still didn't know her name, or if she told it to him, he forgot, terrible with names that he was - seemed nice enough so Zuko tried to bottle his bitter feelings. That all could wait until after she showed him what this "music bending" was all about.