The night was cold and had an unfriendly bite to it, scaring the weak-hearted off the streets. Aang and Toph lived in a downtown area in one of the biggest cities in their country: Republic City. The streets were filled with smog and delinquents, especially at that time of night. A specific one of those delinquents was in much trouble. Toph fumbled into the apartment, drunk. She carelessly threw her keys on the kitchen counter and looked up to find Aang staring at her, arms crossed and brows furrowed. At the sight of him, she scowled and dared to challenge him.

"Oh, look. Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes is up past his bedtime." She held onto the kitchen counter to support herself, trying to make herself seem proud.

"I'm tired of you coming home this late, Toph. Especially... drunk!"

"Well what did you expect you idiot?" Toph flung the nearest pillow at him, losing her balance in the process. She came crashing down on the floor, but didn't seem to acknowledge the pain. Aang grunted but stepped closer to try to help her back on her feet. "I have to come home to you every night!" She refused his attempts to try to help her, aggravating him even more.

"Toph, let me just help you up!" He held onto her arm, applying a bit more pressure than needed.

"No! Don't touch me!" She began to repeatedly hit and bat his arms away.

"Fine! I don't know how I could ever stand you before!" Aang grabbed his coat and slammed the door as he walked out.

"Because you used to love me!" She shouted back at him, too late to be heard, though. Alone inside the apartment, Toph grabbed a hold of anything in sight and threw them up against the walls and slammed her fists into every couch and pillow they owned. Due to her drunken state, she grew tired quickly and slumped her way into the bedroom.

Aang walked down the dark streets, his hands shoved into the pockets of his parka. His breath was visible, he noticed. He wasn't sure where he was going, he just knew he had to leave. He couldn't be anywhere near her. Toph is my girlfriend and I hate her. How sad is that? He thought to himself. He ran his fingers in his hair. I've got to get a haircut. Katara likes the bald look.

Katara was a dancer at a local bar. She knew which strings to pull at a man's heart and played them like a violin, so sweet until the strings break. Aang was a regular, mainly for her. She was actually a kind girl but her job called for the ruthless maneater she played. The two were very familiar. They would hang out outside the bar before or after her shifts. She was supposed to just be getting off her shift, actually. Aang remembered this and quickly made his way to the bar, hoping to catch her before she set for home.

"Psst!"

"Huh-what?" Toph whipped around her room after hearing the anonymous voice.

"Over here, you drunk!" Toph spotted the culprit from outside her window.

"Oh, it's you." She crawled out her window and onto the fire escape platform. "You almost made me have to get my boxing gloves out, Jet. You better be careful, I almost knocked you out!"

"Yeah, right," Jet smirked wide at her antics. He handed her a cigarette and lit it for her while shifting his own cigarette between his lips. They sat together, their backs against the wall. "I saw him go to his whore again." She scoffed.

"Figures. He goes to her almost every damn day!"

"You should go in there with your boxing gloves. Scare her a little with that blind eye of yours," he teased. Toph turned to him and pulled the bottom of her left lid down while sticking her tongue out at him. Toph was blind in her left eye. The doctors and all the big heads said it was cataracts. It was 'an abnormality in her genes' they said. "I can't believe he has the balls to do this to you!" Toph took a long drag out of her cigarette before replying.

"I hate him so fucking much."

"You need to get out of here, Toph. You can run, and I'll get payback for all those damn bruises he's left on you!" She was drunk. She started crying.

"Hey, Katara!" Aang called out to the brunette beauty. Once she realized it was him, Katara smiled and walked over to him.

"Hey, Aang. I didn't see you today, I didn't think you were coming tonight." She was tying the front of her long jacket to hide her work outfit. "What are you doing here so late? It's dangerous."

"I know, I just had to come to see you." Katara's face became sympathetic.

"Another fight, huh?"

"She came home drunk again! I don't even know what she was doing, she could have been out sleeping with some guy!" He was becoming hysterical. Only Katara knew how to calm him down when he had his outbursts of anger.

"You want to join me?" She pointed over at her car. "I'll give you a place to stay for the night." Aang smiled at her generosity.

"Thanks."

"No problem, I couldn't leave you at your time of need," she insisted as they walked to her car.

"I wish Toph was more like you," Aang confessed as they sat in her car, waiting for it to warm up. Katara laughed.

"I wish I could say they same, but then I would've lost you." Aang laughed as well as they held hands.

"You could never lose me, Katara."