Alright Tokkaneers, here's my first go at Tokka Week! I hope you all enjoy it!

I don't own A:TLA or the characters and don't claim to, so please don't sue me.

Shenanigans

"What are we going to do?" Sokka moaned restlessly from the couch, "We have to have meat somewhere in this place."

"No meat," came Toph's dejected voice from the floor next to Sokka's head, her feet propped up on the table in front of her.

"No booze," came Sokka's forlorn cry again.

"No booze," Toph dutifully echoed.

"And no girls…"

"And n—" SMACK!

"Owww! Toph, why'd you hit me?" Sokka whined.

"You said there were no girls," Toph explained matter-of-factly.

"I meant besides you," Sokka tried.

"Well what?" Toph retorted, "Am I not good enough for you?"

"No, no, no," Sokka quickly exclaimed, holding up both hands in an ineffectual defense, "You're more than enough for me. I wouldn't—couldn't—want anything more."

"Nice save Snoozles," Toph smiled, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her slightly clueless and absentminded boyfriend by the collar and gave him a quick kiss, "but don't you ever forget it."

Leaning back in her chair, she thoughtfully added, "but what do you want to do tonight? Katara and Aang are out on their date and we're stuck here at home."

"Well," Sokka began thoughtfully, "we could go out drinking…"

Toph just raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"We could spend some quality alone time here…" Sokka offered, his voice trailing off suggestively.

A knowing smirk played at the corner of Toph's mouth, but still she retained her stoic demeanor.

"Or," Sokka decided, "we could go mess with Aang and Katara on their date."

"Finally!" Toph exclaimed, "I thought you'd never suggest it!"

"What?" Sokka asked, "why didn't you just say so if you already knew what you wanted to do?"

"Because then I can tell Katara that it was your idea," Toph deadpanned.

"Hey!" Sokka exclaimed indignantly. "Wh—"

"Quiet Snoozles!" Toph cut him off, "here's what we're going to do…"

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Aang asked, smiling across the table at his date.

"I am as long as you're here," she responded playfully, eliciting a blush from her boyfriend, "though," she frowned, "I wonder where our waiter is, it's been a while since he took our order."

"I'll go check if you want," Aang offered chivalrously.

"No, no, that's fine," Katara said, laying a hand on his forearm, "I'm sure he'll be here soon."

"Good," Aang smiled, "because I'm hun—" Before Aang was able to finish his sentence, the waiter seemed to materialize in front of their table, stumbling slightly as he approached.

"For you, Madame," he said in an oddly funny attempt at what he seemed to think was a sophisticated, upper-class accent, "the glazed moon-peach salad with a side of stewed sea prunes. And for you sir," he turned to Aang, "the Mega Meaty Special. Enjoy your food." And, with one last hurried smile, the waiter dashed off, almost tripping over another table and bumping into another waitress before disappearing through a set of doors in the back of the restaurant.

Turning back to Katara, Aang's brow furled in confusion,

"Did our waiter have a mustache and a beard before?"

Katara shook her head, as confused as Aang was about their waiter's mysterious actions, "No, I don't think so, though he did seem oddly familiar…"

Shrugging she turned back to her food and was met with a horrifying sight. Apparently, neither Aang nor she had been paying good enough attention when the waiter had brought them their food.

Aang, meanwhile, looked startled and slightly sickened by the mountain of meat that the waiter had set in front of him. Piled high on the plate were a rack of moose-lion and a side of turtle-duck, all wrapped in thick slices of some kind of bacon. The whole plate practically oozed grease, and Aang was beginning to look woozy.

Katara was staring at her equally unappetizing mess of sea-prunes, which, for lack of a better illustration, looked more like squishy brown blobs floating in a pool of grey muck—though, truth be told, Aang would have claimed that was what they usually looked like anyway.

Her salad, on the other hand, at least looked like it had the right ingredients—just not many of them. Someone, in obvious haste, had taken two leaves of lettuce, slapped them on the plate and then, giving no thought to presentation whatsoever, simply thrown a whole, uncut moon-peach in the middle.

"You know what!" Katara fumed, finally breaking the silence, "this is unacceptable! We're paying for a nice dinner and here they are trying to serve us this…this…this garbage. Ma'am," she called, waving to the diminutive waitress with long, raven hair who just happened to be walking past their table at that moment, "this food is, frankly, inedible. Please go get your manager; I would like to have a word with him."

"Right away," the waitress mumbled, averting her face slightly as she hurried away.

"Katara," Aang began slowly from the other side of the table, "are you sure this is necessary? We really don't need to make a fuss. I'm sure we can find something to eat elsewhere."

"Of course it's necessary!" she exclaimed, "I want what I ordered, not this hastily thrown together slop!"

Almost on cue, the waitress suddenly reappeared,

"I'm quite sorry about your orders; we're working to fix them right away." Her voice seemed almost too soothing, almost too conciliatory, "Please have these drinks, they're on the house. The manager will be out shortly to hear your complaints."

Then, in an almost clumsy, hurried motion, the small waitress attempted to set the drinks in front of Katara and Aang.

Setting the first glass down rather abruptly, directly in the middle of Katara's "salad," she reached over to Aang's side of the table to set his down as well. In the process, however, she managed to knock over Katara's glass, spilling the contents squarely in her lap.

Ignoring her customer's surprised exclamations, she finished serving Aang before quickly taking her leave. All of it happened so fast, the shocked couple didn't even have time to say much of anything.

Seeing his girlfriend's predicament, Aang offered his napkin across the table, "Here Katara," he said, "take this."

"Why of all the nerve!" Katara ranted, grabbing the proffered cloth, "It's like she's never served a table before. She's so clumsy, so awkward—it's like she's blind or something!"

"Now Katara," Aang soothed, trying to salvage some of the evening, "I'm sure it was an accident. She's probably just nervous because of who we are. They probably don't serve the avatar and his girlfriend every day."

"Well I don't care!" Katara snapped, slumping back in her seat, "our evening is ruined."

"No it's not," Aang smiled optimistically, "I got to spend the evening with you, and," he said, raising his glass, "we still have one drink."

Quickly taking a sip, he grinned as he handed it over to Katara. The fiery liquid raced down his throat, clearing his head and burning his sinuses. The sudden shock from such a small sip caused him to cough a couple times, eliciting a concerned glance from his date.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

Aang, meanwhile, didn't respond, but sat slightly slumped in his chair, his pulse racing, his pupils dilating,

"Katara," he asked suddenly, "why are you on fire?"

Her eyes widening in surprise, Katara quickly brought the glass to her nose, sniffing it quickly before dashing its contents to the floor.

"Of all the…" she muttered, "who would put cactus juice in your drink?"

Pushing herself away from the table, she was just getting ready to help her currently indisposed boyfriend to his feet when she spotted their waiter and waitress standing in the far corner of the restaurant, watching them closely.

Both their faces were streaked with tears of mirth as they valiantly tried to contain their laughter.

Recognizing the fake beard of her brother and the viridian eyes of his counterpart, Katara's irritated scowl quickly turned into a mask of rage,

"Sokka! Toph!"

Almost instantly, the two figures froze, two miscreants caught in the act.

"Sokka?" the waitress began slowly.

"Yes Toph?" muttered the bearded waiter.

"Run."

I'm going to try and stay on top of these and do one a day, but I make no promises =), I will, however, finish these 7 prompts before going back to my longer story, The Wrath of Koh (which is Tokka as well, so you should all check it out too. Just click my profile)...Ok, enough shameless self-promotion =)

Thanks for reading, please review and let me know what you think, I really like hearing from everyone and appreciate the feedback!