Author's Note: This is something rather different from my other stuff that I have posted. I wrote it a while ago and finally got around to typing and editing. I'm still finishing up the typing, but it's a completed fic for all intents and purposes. It's kind of a just for fun thing, implied Zutara and everything else, I guess the only way to describe it would be a total crack-fic, but I hope you guys like it! I claim no rights to Avatar: the Last Airbender, nor any rights to any songs or artists mentioned in the following chapters of this fanfiction, nonprofit story that I have written. Enjoy and review please! =)

Katara sighed as she flopped down backward on her waterbed as Suki and Toph followed her into her room.

"Well, that was fun." Katara said, trying to make light of the previously occurring fail of a surprise party for Suki. The birthday girl rolled her eyes, "yeah, nothing beats cleaning up a huge ice cream cake mess from your plush carpet without even getting to taste it."

"Or," Toph chimed in, "having a short tempered firebender accidentally make the radio explode. Haha Suki, it's kinda funny how your boyfriend caused both of those things."

"Oh shut it Toph. He didn't mean to." Suki said, chucking a pillow at the spunky blind girl.

"Watch it Fangirl!" Toph said, tackling Suki to the floor. Katara sighed at her friends.

"You guys think we can still do something fun today?" Kat asked once her friends had stopped bickering.

"Yeah, the night's still young."

"Uh, Suki, It's like, eleven."

"Exactly!"

Katara rolled her eyes at her nightlife lovin' bestie.

A few moments of contemplative silence passed while the friends brainstormed until suddenly the redhead shot up into a sitting position."Guys, I know what I wanna do." Suki declared. Slightly scared to hear the new epiphany, Katara asked what it was she wanted."Wait," Suki said before answering, "Kat, is your dad asleep yet?"

"Umm, he should be….why?"

"Because, we're going out."

"This sounds like a really bad idea." Zuko said from the other end of the phone line.

"Nu-uh," Katara protested. "I mean, that's why we're taking you. You'll be like, our body guard slash designated driver kinda person. C'mon Zuko, you know how terrible Suki's party was! This is what she wants to do." She heard Zuko sigh and imagined him pinching the bridge of his nose between his finger and his thumb as was his usual routine when he was stressed or something.

"Are you guys even going to be allowed in? Club Phoenix is a 21 and up club and it's her nineteenth birthday."

"Oh they'll let us in."

"How do you know that?"

"Maybe because of the fake IDs you made for us all a few months ago."

Zuko had forgotten about that.

"Oh, right." Katara heard him sigh again and she knew he was about to give in to their plan. "Does your brother know?"

"Definitely not."

"Aang?"

"No way!" Katara would never tell her freakishly overprotective boyfriend about this scheme.

There was a pause from Zuko's end of the line as he tried to think of one last substantial reason to stop them from going.

"Fine. I'll be at the corner of your street to pick you up in fifteen."

"Thank you Zuko! I owe you one."

"Yeah, whatever." I am so going to regret this, he thought.

The trio had decided that Toph would stay behind since she could pass for at most fourteen and she didn't really want to go anyway. She was going to stay at the house and cover for the teenage duo. And besides, Toph couldn't decline a night of arm wrestling with Sokka and practical joking with Aang.

When Zuko drove up to the corner, Suki and Katara stood waiting for him. The redhead was dressed in an edgy silver top and tight snakeskin purple miniskirt, metallic boots up to her thighs. Katara sported a short red skirt, lined in black lace, and a matching low cut top that showed off a good bit of her midriff and even more cleavage, thanks to a new hand me down push up bra from Suki. Her legs were covered in sexy fishnets and she had on shiny black pumps.

"Wow." Zuko said when he drove up, "you two look…nice." He averted his eyes from Katara's body as the two girls hopped into his sleek red corvette.

"Uh, thanks," Katara said, turning away to hide her blush. "Suki's work."

"Why does that not surprise me?"

Everyone knew that it was always Suki in charge of the group fashion in times of need, especially with more risqué styles and circumstances.

"You don't think it's too, uh, showy, do you?" Katara asked Zuko, self consciously running her fingers through her hair. "I feel like I have a 'rape me' sign taped to my back"

"You think?" Zuko said, leaking a bit of venom into the words. Katara looked away, her self confidence dropping to a general uneasiness.

"Well," She said, "I guess I could go change, or just go home. I mean-"

"No, Katara," Zuko cut her off, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. You look great and you're not going to get raped. I won't let that happen."

Katara smiled behind her hair at the decisive protectiveness in her friend's voice. She knew that Zuko wouldn't let anything bad happen, that's why he was with them in the first place.