A Quick note. I know there are already many Sokka and Toph post war hanging out one-shot series fics (I know a one-shot is only one chapter, but sense all these chapters can all stand alone I like my way of describing it, though anthology is a good word), or what ever you want to call them, out there already. This is just something I'm using to improve my writing skills before I try anything serious. I just think that if Sokka and Toph survive the war (Personally I think Toph is going to die, though I hope not), they will both eventually live in Omashu. This in mind this story is about them attending their favorite bar there. The chapters will be written in either Sokka's, Toph's, or the Bartender's point of view, and will be indicated by the title of the chapter. I don't know how many chapters will come out of this, I have 9 or so planned but I'm a slow writer and I might lose interest, so I'll just label it complete when ever.
The last thing I need to address before you start is weather to make this a best buddy story, or have a slight lean towards romance. Either way is good by me, so you decide via review.
Disclaimer: Ya, Ya...
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Tavern Tales
Bar Fight - Bartender
It was a normal evening. A fight had started, no one really knew or cared why, most of them just wanted to hit some one else. It was the kind of brawl with about one hundred participants and three hundred sides. So imagine my surprise when I saw a guy and girl calmly walking towards the bar. Somebody through a chair, missing its intended target it flew at the two. The guy, with out breaking stride, casually grabbed the chair out of the air, and dropped it on the ground. The girl tapped his arm, and they both jumped, right over a small boulder some over enthusiastic earth bender sent their way. Never turning off course, ducking under flying boulders, stepping over fallen combatants, they kept there slow advance to the bar.
"Two pints of your strongest stuff." Ordered the boy as he sat down with the girl. I served them their drinks. They razed their drinks and quickly emptied them. The boy signaled for more. A large man with a club charged the boy. The boy, with out even turning to face the man, flicked out a sword, cleanly cut the club in half, and slid the blade back in its sheath with one easy motion. The drunk could not seem to comprehend what just happened, but this was a minor detail since, before he could do any thing about it, the girl waved her hand, and a boulder sent him through a window.
They raised their drinks and again quickly emptied them. Signaling for more, the girl seemed oblivious of another drunk charging her, until she made a quick motion with her hand. The floor under the drunk bulged, flinging him into the boys fist. They went back to drinking.
A body slid across the bar. The two lifted their glasses. Just not quite high enough. The girl's glass was barely nicked, but the ale swished, and one drop fell. Time seemed to slow, the boy watched the drop descend, the girl's expression turned to that of horror. Ever so lightly the drop hit the ground, but some how that little innocent sound filled the tavern.
The two bolted up, standing back to back. The boy pulling out a odd club from seemingly no where.
"So, what's our exact situation, and what are the rules?" asked the girl.
The boy smirked. "Just a standard bar fight. Only rule is don't kill anyone," The boy thought for a second. "and Toph, leave the bar tender standing, we'll want more to drink after all."
"Right!" She shouted while she swiftly brought up her foot, to kick a man between the legs. Then she brought her foot back down to the floor, earth bending three more men through the ceiling. While the girl zealously picked off three or four men at a time, the boy fought defensively. Efficiently dispatching any opponents that came near the girl allowing her to concentrate on knocking more people out. They worked together like veterans who had survived battle after battle and intend to keep up that state of affairs.
The fight raged on for hours, now all united against these two strangers. And no one could touch them. Ducking, and dodging the two fought on. Those they knocked out would come to after a period and rejoin the fight. Not that it mattered. It did not matter how much they through at the girl, the boys club would intercept the projectiles. It did not matter what angle they attacked the boy, a stone would always appear before them. The two were unstoppable.
Once the city guards finally manage to show up they were met with a seen of destruction. My bar was completely demolished, and in the middle of the ruble was the two. Just sipping at their drinks.
And so they were dragged off grinning to prison. That was not the last I would see of them, oh no. I have become quite familiar with their faces since then. You see they have become my best costumers. The belligerent bender and witty warrior. Good old Toph and Sokka.
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Ya review if you like, I wont beg.