Third-person omnicient. Little dialogue. No copyright infringement intended.
Kid with Camera: Let's take a picture!
Loveless cosplayer: Does someone want to hold my chains? (hands them to me)
Me: Ooh, kinky.
Grass: (cracks up)
The perfect photograph. Chibiconn '08.
All it took was a little bit of Azula's expensive stuff here, a lot of Zuko's cheap stuff there, and both girls were far gone.
"Gone" happened to be standing up in the cramped kitchen storage room at half-past midnight. It was quick, messy, giggly, and explicit. And "it" happened many times while Azula and her brother were away, night after night, until both the prince and princess's stashes were gone. This left Ty Lee unable to think of anything but that crazy, special hour she would spend with booze in her bloodstream and her dainty pink skirt around her ankles.
Soon the alchohol inevitably ran out, and Mai and Ty Lee were presented with a problem. The problem of awkwardness and sobriety. They could always just forget it ever happened, quit Azula's wine and each other, once and for all. The first break in their routine the girls said nothing to eachother, but found themselves unable to sleep, staring up at the ceiling, imagining exactly what they could be doing at that moment. Or who, if you prefer to think that way.
Ty Lee sure did. It surprised her how dirty she could be with Mai. Each morning after their little escapades she wondered through a hung-over haze if she would act the same way sober.
Luckily she didn't have to make the first move. About a week after sobering up, Mai and Ty Lee recieved word that Azula would be coming home in a day or two. Mai decided to make the most of her last day with Ty Lee.
The gymnast was fixing herself breakfast when she heard the door slam behind her. She whirled around quickly and started to blush at the sight of Mai in her long, low-cut dressing robe. She brought her finger to her lips and gave a slight smile. She grabbed Ty Lee by the wrist and practically dragged her up the stairs and into the tiny kitchen storage room.
Once there, Mai wasted no time. She drew the curtains shut on the one musty window and practically tore off her robe, flinging it onto the bed. She laughed lightly at Ty Lee's shocked expression. In one fluid movement she came forward and pulled out the band holding Ty Lee's hair braided. She then embraced the other girl and drew her close, grinning into her long, perfumed hair.
I guess Mai doesn't need alchohol to loosen up...Ty Lee thought through her shock. She felt inexplicable tingly feelings shooting down her spine and circulating in another conspicuos place. She had just worked up enough courage to pull back and kiss Mai when a shirll voice rang out from somewhere below.
"Where the hell is all my wine!?"
Hope you enjoyed the show. Next reason: Because Azula is mean.
Please don't be mean to me, review!