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It was certainly one of the more august examples of this kind of establishment, but Zuko still cringed at the sight of the ornate double doors and the beckoning women (and the occasional man) in the building's many windows. One lady in particular held a fancy fan of green and gold feathers. Her fluttering blue eyelids made Zuko briefly wish he was still hunting the Avatar if this was what being Aang's friend was like. He turned to the watertribe boy beside him.
"Uhhh, I'm not so sur-"
"Ho no, flashy flashy flame man," Sokka said, clapping Zuko on the shoulder. "A dare is a dare. Besides, this'll make a great story to tell once you become Firelord."
"It's nice to know you'll be looking out for my image," Zuko grumbled. "This is insane, Sokka. Truth or dare isn't usually this humiliating." Images of Azula's maddened idea of what a dare really was did make him question the relative intensity of Sokka's, but all the same, it was pretty bad.
"What are you talking about? Humiliation is the reason why this game was invented! Now do you want me to get the rest of the gaang down here to witness this too?"
"No! But I didn't want to do this in the first place so-"
"Zuko!" Sokka interrupted. "Do you really want me to tell Katara and Toph that you were too scared to do a teensie weensie dare?"
"I-" Zuko hesitated, then let out a long, steamy sigh. He straightened up and headed towards the doors. One thought flashed through his mind as he reluctantly took the manicured hand of the greeting lady. These will be outlawed when I am Firelord.
"Where's Zuko?" Katara asked over the supper campfire. The gaang had decided to move their dinner closer to the fountain to view the stars that evening. She looked across the flames to Sokka. "Didn't you go with him to the village this afternoon?"
Before Sokka could answer, an elaborate feathered fan thwacked him upside the head. Zuko had returned, though he looked a bit off. His hair and clothes were wrinkled and his face was covered in lipstick. Everyone except Toph did a double take.
"What happened to you?" Aang asked, jumping to his feet. "Did an armadillo rat attack you?"
"No no, Aang," Sokka barely got the words out, his laughter was so thick. "He-"
"Is that lipstick on your face?" Katara said, half bewildered, half amused.
Zuko turned faintly pink before rubbing his face with his sleeve. His expression quickly hardened and he pointedly ignored everyone but Aang. "Be ready to practice three hours before dawn." He stormed to his room, deaf to Aang's subsequent complaints.
A silence passed over the campfire until Toph spoke up, "So what was the dare this time?"