A/N: This isn't a sequel or a prequel, really. This is just another oneshot. A short one, too, but I enjoyed writing it. It's P.A. with the guys instead of Suki, Kat and Toph. (Well, actually, it's not even like it at all, but anyway,) ON with the story!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of the characters within it.

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Just Like Truth Serum

Alternate version of Physical Attraction

Requested by: Argorok34

As Aang laughed until he was out of oxygen, he tried to recall how he got to this state. Everything was a little fuzzy, but one thing was clear as a bell.

"C'mon, Aang. You're no fun. I bet when you try it, you'll looove it," said Sokka, his words and actions more over the top than necessary.

The young Avatar shook his head as his companion sloppily slung his arm over Aang's shoulders.

"I think I'm good, Sokka. I... uh... don't 'drink'." He used air quotes to state he was a tad confused if cactus juice was considered alcohol.

"Puh-lease, Aang. I'm beggin' ya here. Ya gotta. Do it for me."

Aang sighed.

"Fine. But just one sip, okay? Ugh..."

The elder of the water tribe siblings nodded quickly. Up. Down. Up. Down. He handed his younger friend a cup.

"I got Zuko hook on this stuff earlier. It works wonders for the confoo... confuls... for the confuls mi-un-duh." Sokka put his hand in the air and made an invisible bridge above their heads. "Drink 'n' be merry, me friend." He pat Aang on the shoulder and watched him intently.

The airbender took a tiny sip, so small he could barely taste it, and swallowed.

That's when it began.

"Zu-ko! Zu-ko! Zu-ko!" the crowd chanted. No one paid any mind they were egging on the Fire Lord to drink varieties of alcohol, but it was obvious no one knew, either. There wasn't a single person in the bar who wasn't drunk on something. Even the Avatar himself was loopy.

"Aang," Sokka called softly, placing his hand on the Avatar's shoulder to steady himself. "If by some twisted turn of fate I die tonight, 'ell Katara she's a PMSing psychopat', got it?"

Aang rolled his head around and looked at the ceiling. "Why would I tell her that she's a... that?"

Sokka's chuckle almost knocked him over as he cackled maliciously.

"T'ust me. She deserves it." The wolf-tailed boy stuck his finger in the air matter-of-factly. "She's many uder... things... as well. But just stick with that. Then, if you don't get killed by her raging hormones, you can tell 'er it was from me."

"I can't... can't say tha'."

Zuko finished his last shot and joined the other two at their table. He sat down and both boys stared at him, expectantly. After he ignored them and rolled his eyes, Sokka faced Aang once more.

"Wha' were we talk'n' 'bout?"

"'Tara," Aang mumbled.

"Oh, right. But, 'ow does that make you feeel?"

Zuko snorted.

"She make 'im 'appy," answered the Fire Lord, "'Tara 'n' Aaang, sittin' a tree. K-I-S... N-G..."

"Aang!" Sokka gasped, "You 'issed ma sister?!"

"Unless I was dreaming..."

Sokka stroked his chin with his thumb and forefinger, raising a brow at Aang.

"'Ow does she make you feeel?"

There was a long pause as Aang's mind, which was somewhere deep in la-la land, debated what to say.

"I 'ove 'er, Sokka."

Sokka looked from Aang to Zuko (who was now snoring on the table), and back at Aang again. Zuko shuffled in his sleep and drooled on the oak. The saliva slid into his lap, creating a pool of liquid.

"Ughh, my head 'urts, Aang. I tink Zuko's got the right idea... I gonna go to sleep, now, 'kay?"

"Mmm..."

The young Avatar leaned his head back in the chair and closed his eyes. Little did he know, his one night as a drunken mishap would lead to six hours of lecture from the pretty waterbender he'd come to love.

Katara found the trio in the morning.

She wasn't happy.