Something's not quite right about this Kyoshi-warrior party. So sudden, so uncalled for, and though laughter resounds from every corner of this little cavern, I wasn't smiling as widely as I imagined everyone else must've been.

Maybe this is biased, but I never really liked Suki that much. I mean, she's a nice person and all, but sometimes she can get a little too clingy to Sokka. Okay, this is biased. There's nothing wrong with being clingy… right?

And what do I care? Suki and Sokka, they can do whatever they want. It has nothing to do with me. After all, I'm just a small, blind girl, rude and dirty and unsophisticated.

But I could be just as posh as Suki if I wanted to be. It's just not me. Yes. If Sokka likes that kind of girl then he's not for me either. Not that he was ever the one for me. Heck, not that I'm even interested! He's too rash, and childish, and…brave, and kind, and smart…

"Attention all! We'll commence with the dancing soon!" I hear Suki's voice, high-pitched and excited. I groan. Dancing. Something I was never really used to. I usually just sit out in the corner and enjoy the interesting footwork, so in sync with the music. And I do that today too, sitting by the far end, feet firmly on the ground, waiting to "watch" the night's dance.

The music begins, as does the footwork. In the corner I hear Aang complain to Sokka at the far end of the room.

"Talk to your sister for me! She's ignoring me, and I'm not even sure why."

Sokka laughs; my heartbeat quickens. "No can do, loverboy. If you want her, you'll have to snatch her from Zuko yourself."

"Not an option." I can hear a shudder in his voice, and laugh. "Guess I'll have to find someone else to dance with. I know, Toph!" I feel the light vibrations of his quiet feet come toward me, and I attempt to formulate the most sarcastic rejection I can think up.

"Toph?" I hear a note of surprise in his voice. But why? Thinks I can't dance, does he? I'll show him. I adjust the mental "no" to a "yes, and of course I'm incredible at dancing."

"What's wrong with Toph? Think she can't dance?" Aang asks, stopping.

"No, I'll bet she can dance perfectly well. It's just… I kinda wanted to-"

"Sokka!" Suki interrupts.

I want to slap her. I slump in my seat in annoyance. Now I'll never know what Sokka was about to say.

"Hey! Wanna dance?" Suki asks. I imagine she's batting her eyelashes at him. I've never seen Suki before but I've always had the impression that she was superficial and something like a pageant queen. I've heard everyone talk about her make-up before, and if even Sokka couldn't recognize her without it, it means it's pretty damn thick.

"Uh, you? Me?" Sokka asks, the hesistance in his voice rather surprising to me. I lean forward in an attempt to hear more, but I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Toph! Would you like to… uh… dance with me?" Aang asks awkwardly. "Uhm, don't take this the wrong way! I don't like like you, I mean I do like you, but not the way I like Katara, though that doesn't mean I don't like you, and-"

I'm so infruitated I get up and take his hand. "Yes, sure. Why not." I glare in Sokka's general direction and drag Aang to the dance floor.