The Ultimate ATLAB Party!

Disclaimer: Neither Alyssa nor Maile own ATLAB. Even though we (MEANING ALYSSA) want to.

Maile: Why did you marry a fish? Sokka! Hellooo!

Sokka (takes another swig from the bottle of… Cactus juice!): Huh? Wha… Oooh!

Maile: Nya! Gimme some!

Alyssa (attempts to take bottle from Maile): Maile! Damnit! Your not 21!

Maile: Your point? Sokka’s not 21! Besides! We’re at a party, why not get forkin’ drunk?

Alyssa (rolls eyes): Fine, fine! Bun I’m not gonna clean up your puke!

Maile (far too intoxicated to care): Faster Damnit! Zuko! CHUG FASTER!

(In other parts of the completely HUGE party currently taking place in the Fire Nation’s biggest mansion)

Aang: Err… Katara, I think Sokka’s really drunk.

Katara: What makes you think that?

Aang (walking away): He’s talking to a spork.

Sokka: Well, hi there! My name’s Sokka? What’s yours?

Spork: …

Sokka: Huh? Not gonna tell me, are you?

Spork: …

Sokka: Tough guy, are you? Well Mr. No-name, meet Mr. Foot!

crunch

Maile(really, really drunk. Drags even drunker Zuko over to Katara and Alyssa): Umm… Whatsyourname… Ummm… Alyssa! That’s it! Everybody’s playing’ strip poker in the living’ room.

Alyssa: Uhh, no. Let’s stick with spin-the-bottle, ‘Kay?

Maile (has lost interest in Alyssa): Why’s all the rum gone? Oh, yeah, PEOPLE! WE’RE PLAYIN STRIP POK-- mum… I mean SPIN-THE-BOTTLE!

Everybody (yet again, very drunk): Yaay!

Maile (spins empty sake bottle): Ummm… Annnnd iiiit’s… Sokka!

Sokka: Uhh… Where’s the alchoh--- Myufalfahahngash…

Maile (like, 3 mins. later): ‘Lyssa!

Alyssa (now ever so slightly drunk): Nyeahahah… What?

Maile: Where’d the beer go? H-here it is… Zuko!

Zuko (very, very drunk. and shirtless): Uhh…

Maile: Your turn!

Zuko (spins the sake bottle): Umm… wtf? Who the hell are you?

Alyssa: Your mothe--- muggandafd…

Everybody: --stares—

(After the first 10 mins, we threw Alyssa and Zuko into the hall closet)

Maile: NOW THAT THE ALYSSA’S GONE, PAR-TY!

(A few hours and millions of kegs of “the famed” Cactus juice; ALYSSA AND ZUKO EMERGE FROM THE CLOSET!)

Alyssa (finds Maile surrounded by Princess Azula’s gang): Maile---

Azula (has discovered tequila shots): So, yeah… Maile! We’d really like you to join our team… Just we can’t call you Mai… I’m pretty sure that name’s already taken…

Mai: MORE RUM!

Alyssa: Maile… We should probably end this party before the cops show up…

Maile (even drunker-er-er): Oh, they showed up hours ago! They’re in the kitchen doing vodka shots with Aang and Katara!

Alyssa: Maile, please… The “Ultimate Hangover”…!

Maile: Oh fine… People! PEOPLE! DAMNIT PAY ATTENSTION! Okay, hi! Another successful party! Please, no drunken bending. THAT MEANS YOU ZUKO!!!

Alyssa: G’DNIGHT!

A/N:

Please excuse any and everything written here. My best friend, Alyssa, and I wrote this at sometime around 3 am after consuming mass amounts of carbonated drinks… Alyssa is a rabid fangirl of all things shirtless and Zuko, and I’m the only who’ll listen to her obsess. She even made me name my two beta fish after those fish that Yue had… She made me make out with Sokka in this fic, too…

-shivers-

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