It was almost nine in Omashu as the sun smiled at the bustling capital once more before the moon took over the kingdom of the sky. Everything seems perfect and peaceful until-

"GODDAMIT, AVATAR, UNTIE ME THIS INSTANT!" screamed the firebender for the twenty-seventh time in the past five minutes.

Aang and a (literally) tied-up Zuko sat in a small room of an inn located at the heart of Omashu. Aang blinked at Zuko, who promptly glared at him.

Aang sighed. "Noo, I'm afraid I can't do that."

"AND WHY THE HELL NOT!?" Zuko fumed.

Aang's eyebrow twitched as he tried to maintain his calm state. "Because, Zuko," he said through gritted teeth. "If I let you go, you'll capture me. I've told you that eleven times now. My answer isn't gonna change."

The banished prince sighed in defeat. "Yeah, I know... but it's worth a try, right?"

"I guess..." the smaller boy replied. They sat in silence again until Aang piped up. "I'm bored."

"Hmm.. me too." Zuko agreed.

Aang got up and began to explore the cabinets of the room. Once the Avatar's back was turned to him, Zuko began to struggle against the ropes that bound him to a heavily-set chair.

"Would you stop?" Aang said, not turning around, and continuing to rummage through a cabinet.

Zuko's jaw dropped. "How-? You had your back turned!"

"You forget that I was a woman in a past life. That means I have eyes in the back of my head."

"Hmph..." Zuko silently cursed the entire female population for being so goddamn intelligent until his attention was snagged by a loud 'A-HA!' from the smaller boy.

"What?" Zuko questioned simply.

Aang held up three large bottles of sake and smiled proudly.

"Oh, dear god.." Zuko groaned as Aang began to laugh like a mad man. "What are you planning to do with that?"

"I know this drinking game that Katara showed me." Aang explained while popping the tops off of the obnoxiously large bottles. "It's really fun."

"Alright," Zuko said cautiously. "Show me."

Zuko watched the Avatar in curiosity as he waterbended the clear liquid out of the bottles. Then he noticed how small the avatar was, and he remembered how old he was.

"Aren't you like... twelve? You shouldn't be anywhere NEAR alcohol."

Aang shot Zuko a warning glance. "I'm a HUNDRED and twelve, thank you very much!"

"FINE. A hundred and twelve. So-rry."

The avatar didn't like Zuko's tone.

"Bitch..." Aang muttered.

"Asshole..." Zuko muttered back.

"Fag!" Aang raised his voice.

"Whore!" Zuko followed suit.

"Pig!"

"Hag!"

"Dickface!"

"Dipshit!"

"FIRE CROTCH!" Aang finally screamed at the top of his voice.

Zuko was at a loss for insults. The sudden outburst from such a small body has stunned him.

"'Fire crotch'?" the prince questioned.

"Y-yeah. Fire crotch." Aang replied quietly.

"...why?"

"'Cause you're a fire bender."

"And what does my crotch have to do with this fact?"

"...nothin'."

"...Do you even know what a fire crotch is?"

"Uh... isn't it when you firebend and fire shoots outta your dick?"

"Heh, No."

Aang sighed in relief. "Good! Goddamn... that would hurt like a motherfucker."

Zuko could help but agree. "Hey, weren't you going to show me a drinking game?"

Aang looked up and tried to remember. "Uhh... oh. Oh yeah..."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you gonna show me?"

"Oh. Sure."