GENERAL NOTES: First of all, for anyone ready to smack me for being almost a week late in updating "No Time Like The Present", I'm so sorry! I wound up getting swamped with a fuck-ton of homework last week, along with a nasty head cold. The next chapter is essentially finished, there are just a couple of bits I'm not quite happy with that I'm rewriting a little bit. It should be up VERY soon (I mean it this time! I swear!). However, when the drabble bunny clubs me over the head he's difficult to ignore... hence, this.

This is going to be a collection of Avatar one-shots and drabbles. Chances are most and/or all of them will be Tokka... but you might occasionally get some Kataang. Tyzula may pop up at some point too, being my pet crackship, but who knows.

Essentially: this is where I'll put everything my brain vomits out that doesn't belong anywhere else.

STORY-SPECIFIC NOTES: Though the idea of this drabble had been in my head for a while, I wrote it while sitting in a diner at 9:00 AM eating eggs after not sleeping in well over 24 hours. I take no responsibility.

Lyrics at the beginning are not mine. They are from a wonderful little Off-Broadway musical called "I Love You Because".

Definitely, Possibly

I can't let my romantic side get the better of me
We're just friends, who really like one another
Who just happen to wind up doing what two really good friends do
Like a puzzle, or a crossword... or each other
Thing's aren't any different now than they ever were before
It doesn't mean... it couldn't mean
Anything more

It was the alcohol that did it. At least that was what Sokka kept telling himself. Alcohol was the only possible explanation for why he was lying in bed, completely naked, next to his equally naked best friend.

Wasn't it?

The aforementioned alcohol was still making his head fuzzy, rendering comprehensive thought rather difficult. He was going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning...

The morning.

Well, that was going to be ridiculously awkward. He wondered if she'd remember what exactly had happened. He wondered if he would. Even now he wasn't entirely sure how they'd ended up here.

No, that was a lie. He knew exactly how it had happened.

Which brought him back to the alcohol. That vile substance which rendered his judgement and concern for personal safety virtually nonexistant.

Which was probably why he had kissed her.

Not that she'd minded. That had to be the alcohol too. The fact that his actions hadn't immediately met with a mean left hook should have been a sign that her mind was at least as far gone as his, if not more so.

And now here they were.

It was a fluke, he told himself. Just some crazy accident of fate. She was his best friend, and they were drunk. Nothing more, nothing less.

He rolled over on his side, staring at her sleeping face. And suddenly he realized something.

She was beautiful.

Maybe...

Hooray for sap! For anyone who cares, the specific song that inspired this is called "Maybe We Just Made Love".