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Notes: Needles is a collection of drabbles (in its strictest definition: a story of precisely one hundred words).The drabbles are either in response to challenges at theavatar100, requests at my personal Avatarfic comm, or were written for no discernable reason.
Request: Sokka (with an optional side of Suki) explains proper etiquette for a post-saving-the-world party and why those little flourescent pink drinks with paper umbrellas in them should be treated with ginger respect. (the(underscore)twit at lj)
Victory came with honors, drinks, and little paper umbrellas.
"You're doing it wrong," he said, flopping down beside her. "Your drink, I mean. Mixing." He gestured, blindly.
"You're drunk," Suki said.
"Lies," he said. "I am a virtue of upstanding man."
She topped her cocktail with a liberal slosh of sake and said, dryly, "The very paragon."
"Yeah?" Sokka blinked at her. "What you said."
She sipped at her mug and shuddered, once, relaxing against the cushions.
"Hey," he said, nudging her. "You forgot your umbrella."
She shrugged. "I'll live."
"Can't be much of a life," he said. "No umbrellas."