A/N: it's Tokka Month and I don't know how I'm going to survive. Expect short, crappy drabbles like this everyday...maybe not even everyday. Yes I created an OC expressly for the purpose of this drabble. Please don't hate me if anyone's OOC.
October 1st: Nicknames
Laika peered curiously at the drunk couple trying to make their way out of the cramped tavern, stumbling at each rickety chair placed before the bar. A distinctively water tribe man in a dapper fur-lined suit and a woman wearing a metal-bending police uniform. As a barmaid, she was no stranger to people of all walks of life, but these two seemed especially out of place in a place as seedy as this.
The man caught her eye and grinned, sauntering over and leaning across the bar. Laika rolled her eyes before smiling back.
"Back for, what's this, the 16th drink of the night?" she shouted over the din in the cramped room.
Before he could answer, his companion pulled him roughly by the scruff of his shirt collar. She scowled through rather heavy lids at the young girl behind the bar. Oh, a jealous type, Laika noted.
"C'mon, Captain Boomerang! We gotta go, we got, we got work t'morrow morning," the woman slurred, trying to pull said Captain along but was too drunk to notice that he hadn't budged. She walked out the bar alone.
The man turned to Laika again, smiling like a fool.
"She calls me that in bed too, if ya know what I mean," he snickered.
Suddenly a rumble shook the entire building. A voice rang out across the scared murmurs of "was that an earthquake?"
"SNOOZLES, IF YOU DON'T COME OUT RIGHT NOW I SWEAR YOUR ASS IS RUBBLE."
Laika chuckled. "Does she call you that in bed too?"
The man shuddered and looked at her with the eyes of a sad puppy, starting to lean up from the counter.
"...yes..."