Cactus juice burns going down. Aang should've recognized the sting, but Sokka urges him on.
"Free drinks! Nothing suspicious about that." Sokka chugs another glass. "Is that a rabaroo?"
"Looks like a barstool…" Aang blinks; it becomes Appa snuffling at Sokka's fingers.
"We're eating well tonight!" Sokka leaps up from the bar, boomerang in hand. Aang's mouth won't cooperate; his tongue is lead. But he lunges for Sokka's legs, wrapping his arms around them, yanking him down.
"Don't let dinner get away!" Sokka wriggles free from Aang, diving towards his prize.
Appa won't be dinner, not on Aang's watch. Launching himself at Sokka's prey, he smacks his head on… wood? Sky-bison are soft, but this… hurts. "Just a stool," Aang sighs.
Sokka spots blood trickling down Aang's forehead. He tugs off his tunic, tying the sleeves around Aang's head to staunch the flow. "Guess we're eating lentils tonight. Again."
For the Pro-Bending Circuit competition, Toza's Gym
Equipment: Sauna
Assigned Pairing: Aang/Sokka