Allllll righty. :D Okay, so when I typed up the first chapter, I had my cousin's copy of The Hangover and whenever I forgot the tiniest detail, I'd stick the DVD into a player and just watch that part. Dx I'm too lazy to do that right now. So I'm going by memory. If I have something wrong, forgive me... I'm trying not to have this fic too similar to the movie but I'm also trying to keep it as accurate as possible. So... yeah.
Also, if you've seen The Hangover, you know how Zutara will end. Sorry. D: Don't flame because of that please... Well, don't let me stop you, actually. I mean, if it's a polite flame or a light complaint (i.e: "Aww, meanie, Zutara's my favorite couple!") then I shall message you with a 1,000 word apology (not really... but I will apologize. :D). But if you go batshit insane on me and rant rant rant, I could care less. I like Maiko, okay? So it should be fine. (Besides, there's too much Zutara in this world already... - -")
Okay, I don't own A:TLA so let's party.
The Aangover
Chapter 2: A Night We Will Never Forget
Aang and the guys flew over Ember Island, taking in the sights. The beach was beautiful. While Aang kept his eyes on the road, Sokka stared at the sand with awe, dreaming up the creations he would... create. Zuko was looking for a shady spot he could lounge in, out of sight but still in the minds of fangirls (he liked his fangirls as long as they stuck to mindlessly worshipping him. "No touching, please."). Jet, however, was gawking at all of the ass on the beach. Night or day, girls were always there, eh? Oh, a fun time this would be indeed.
"What hotel are we staying at?" Aang asked Zuko, who had reserved their rooms and such.
"Oh, Qipao Palace." he responded before looking back down at the buildings. He cringed a little upon seeing Ember Island Theater.
"This place is amazing." Jet commented.
"Don't say that yet," Aang smiled. "We have yet to explore."
x-x-x-x
"Wow... nice call with the hotel, Zuko." Jet remarked, lightly punching the guy's shoulder. Qipao Palace was huge. It was the best hotel on Ember Island, rated four stars. It was basically Avatar's Caesar's Palace.
Zuko made a small smile before approaching the girl at the counter. "Uh, hello, I have a reservation under..." he quickly muttered the next part, "Fire Lord Zuko."
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that, sir?" she asked.
He cleared his throat. "Uh, Fire Lord Zuko."
Jet walked toward him with an amused expression. "Fire Lord Zuko? Are you serious? That's so cute, you're pretending to be Fire Lord."
Zuko looked at the girl, who was resisting the urge to smile. "Heh heh. I'm not pretending if it's true."
"Don't listen to him, he's just a banished prince." Jet said.
"Ahem, okay, so that reservation?" the prince pushed him away.
"Yes, I have a room with two bedrooms on the 12th floor. Is that good, sir?"
"Yes. Yes, that's perfect." he nodded.
"Whoa, what?" Jet asked. "Two bedrooms?"
"If we're bunking, I call staying in Jet's bed." Sokka said. Jet looked at him oddly while Zuko and Aang chuckled.
"Okay, no! We are not bunking because we are not twelve-year-olds!" the Freedom Fighter roared. Aang coughed. Jet looked at him and said, "Hey, you're not twelve. You're a hundred and twelve. Okay? Even more reason why we need our own beds."
"We're not even gonna be in the room. Why does it matter?" Zuko complained, knowing that the money for whatever Jet wanted would be coming from his wallet.
"I'm sorry..." Jet paused to look at her name tag. "Sarah. Do you have any villas open?"
"Um, let me see..." she typed a few things in on her computer and then looked up at the men. "Yes, we have one on the ninth floor and it's 4200 gold pieces a night. Is that okay?"
"Yes, now that is perfect." Jet laughed.
Zuko lightly punched his shoulder. "I hope you don't expect me to pay for that."
"Oh, come on, Fire Lord. You have money, don't you?" he said, 'conveniently' not telling them that he stole money from his students at the dojo.
Aang sighed as he reluctantly pulled out his wallet. "We'll split it, Zuko."
"No, man, this is your special day." Jet said, patting the young Avatar's back. "We got it."
"I think you mean I got it." Zuko murmured, still upset.
"...Of course, I can get you a discount if Jet and Zuko made out passionately on the ground." Sarah said in a rush.
The four men gawked at her, Jet and Zuko with the biggest eyes. "WHAT?"
"With your shirts off?" she beamed hopefully.
"What the fuck is this?" Jet roared.
"Oh Agni. Are you... Are you a fangirl?" Zuko asked cautiously.
"What?" she asked, covering her fangirlism badly.
Suddenly, another woman (who looked more official) came in with two body guards. "That's her. Please remove her from the premises immediately."
"Yes ma'am."
As they crated her away, she screamed, "I love you, Jet! I love you, Zuko! You guys are so HAWT, I can't believe I actually met you, I'll NEVER forget this..."
The woman that just entered cleared her throat and stood at the desk. "I'm so sorry about that. Lately there's been an odd amount of fangirl break outs and we're doing our best to keep things under control. Now, how may I help you?"
Jet, still disturbed by the previous girl's wishes, stated carefully, "We want to rent a villa..."
"Oh, all right. There's an open one on the ninth floor and it's 4200 gold pieces a night."
"Okay, Fire Lord Faggot, do your thing." Jet said, poking the man's shoulder.
He glared at him. "I... can't."
"Come on, can't you do this for your buddy Aang?" he insisted, pulling Aang over. Jet wanted him to do the puppy dog eyes he did so well, but he didn't like making Zuko feel guilty.
"You don't get it. Katara checks my statements." Zuko murmured.
Jet stared at him. "I'm beginning to wonder who the man in your relationship is."
Zuko pushed past him and looked at the lady. In a hushed tone, he asked, "Look, if I do kiss Jet, will I get that discount?"
"WHAT THE FU-" Jet's face turned green.
"Zuko, please don't! I'd rather pay for it than see that!" Aang pleaded.
Sokka just laughed. "Hahaha! Sexual favors in exchange for something else; classic."
The lady rose a brow. "I'm sorry, sir, we only accept money here."
"P...pfft. I knew that. Of course I did." he reluctantly handed her his credit card. "Damn... Katara's gonna kill me."
"Nut up or shut up." Jet pat his back hard after regaining his composure.
x-x-x-x
When the boys entered their room, their jaws dropped. The villa was huge and amazing; no other two words could describe it better. Except for maybe enormous and dazzling. Anyways, Aang stared at everything in awe. "Oh man... Thanks guys. Or should I say, 'Thanks, Zuko'?"
"Aww, you're welcome, Aang." Zuko answered as he checked out the bar. "It's only because I love you."
"All right, ladies, pick a room and get changed." Jet smirked as he stood in front of the full-view window. (A/N: What's the name of these things? 3:) "Tonight, we destroy this city."
Sokka poked his shoulder. "Lit-literally? Cuz I left my boomerang at home..."
"Not literally, dumbass."
Zuko entered a nice, empty bedroom in the villa. When he got a good view of the whole room, he decided that he had claimed the best one. In the center was a large queen-sized bed and across from that was a flat screen TV hanging on the wall. To the right of the bed was a huge window where he could see the entire beautiful city. On the left was a door. Zuko grabbed a pair of decorative dao swords off the wall and approached it cautiously. What if there were more fangirls in there? He had to be careful. Wielding the swords like an expert, he kicked the door open and stabbed his roll of toilet paper. Looking around, he realized it was an empty but pretty bathroom. He set his weapons to the side. All clear.
Suddenly, Zuko took a battle stance. Holy crap... what if the room's bugged?
Oh yes. Zuko's paranoia served him well.
x-x-x-x
"Yeah. Oh, no. No." Zuko was on his cell phone, talking to Katara. He had just gotten out of the shower, so he wasn't fully dressed. (A/N: Yes. Shirtless Zuko = Yummy mind candy for you all. Because I love you.) "No, it's quiet here. Quiet, yet still so wonderful. The people here are still so nice. ...Yes, I'll remember to apologize to the warriors for nearly burning Kyoshi down. ...The hotels are beautiful! You of all people would love them. There's no TVs, no phones. Just these cute little Avatar Kyoshi trinkets."
Suddenly, Jet and Aang (both very well dressed) entered the room, Jet a bit more impatiently. He tapped his watch and Zuko got the message. "Uh, listen, we have to go. We're going to, uh... see an Unagi show. Yeah, they tamed it and taught it to do flips and stuff. ...Yeah. Okay. ...No. All right. I love you~ No? Okay. Baii~"
Jet, who had made himself comfy on Zuko's bed, gave him a look. "That was so embarrassing I don't even know what to say."
"Then shut up." he said, shrugging on a shirt. He approached the dresser as he asked, "Where's Sokka?"
"He said he had to get some stuff but he'll meet us downstairs." Aang explained. He leaned closer to see what Zuko brought back from his dresser. "What's that?"
"What do you think?" he said, opening the small black box. It was a Fire Nation betrothal necklace.
"I say if that's what I think it is, I think it's a big fucking mistake." Jet said. "Isn't that Ursa's?"
"Yeah. I thought it would be special if I proposed to Katara with my mother's necklace." Zuko smiled, already dreaming.
"Dude. If Ursa were here right now, she would slap you so hard that you'd have a scar on your other eye too." Jet warned him. "How could you even thinkof marrying Katara?"
"Well, we've been dating for three years now..."
"No, okay? No. You've been the bitch's bitch for three years now."
"Hey, calm down, Jet." Aang scolded. "That's Zuko's fiancee you're talking about."
"Whatever." Jet murmured, getting off the bed. Let's hit this city!"
-insert cool music here-
Jet and the guys were on their way down, looking excruciatingly hot. On the way to the elevator, they ran into Sokka. Aang rose a brow. "I thought we were going to meet you downstairs?"
"Yeah, well I found this awesome place we just have to go to before we hit the city."
Jet eyed his manpurse with disgust. "Okay, are you seriously going to wear that, or are you just fucking with me?"
"What?" Sokka asked innocently.
"Dude, what's with the manpurse?"
"Oh, this?" he lifted his bag. "First of all, it's not a manpurse, it's a satchel. And I got this when I first met Toph at Earth Rumble 6, so it's very important to me. Plus, I get a lot of compliments for it."
"...Whatever." Jet murmured as the elevator opened. They all stepped in and he asked, "Where to?"
"The roof."
"...What?"
x-x-x-x
"Damn, look at this place!" Jet commented as he stepped onto the building's roof. It probably had the most lovely view they've ever seen.
"Um, guys, I don't think we should be up here," Zuko said, keeping the door open as Aang and Sokka stepped out. "I mean, it's clearly marked that this area is off-limits..."
"We have a villa, we can do whatever the fuck we want." Jet assured him. "Leave something to keep the door open."
He sighed but still left a concrete block in the doorway. He approached the spot the other guys were in and looked down. Ember Island was truly beautiful at night. "Wow..."
"Hey, what're you doing over there, Sokka?" Aang asked upon seeing the Water Tribe boy in the corner.
"Just getting some firewhiskey," he beamed, returning with four shot glasses and a bottle.
"Oh! Good idea," Jet said as he passed everyone a glass. Sokka poured some whiskey for everyone as Jet began, "You know, I'd actually like to say a few words. For Aang and Toph, I hope-"
"I..." Sokka began dramatically, cutting Jet off. "I would like to say something."
Aang pat the Freedom Fighter's back and said, "Okay, go ahead, Sokka."
"I've prepared this for tonight. -ahem- 'SLAP-A-DOO! Ha ha. Do you remember how I said that on the day of the invasion? Ha, that was fun. Well, that had nothing to do with this, I just felt the need to say that. It's my favorite catchphrase.'" Aang chuckled, gesturing for Jet and Zuko to do the same. They did so reluctantly. "'I always considered myself to be a bit of a loner. I started thinking this when I was about eight-years-old. When my father left to fight in the war.'"
The three men looked down with sorrow, remembering how badly the war had messed up their lives; everyone's lives. Then Sokka said, "'Of course, I didn't let it get to me as bad as Zuko did. I mean, it's not like I cut my wrists while crying myself to sleep with Black Veil Brides blaring in the background-'" (A/N: I love BVB!)
Aang stopped Zuko from lunging at the man with his dao swords. "Hey. Hey, calm down. Caaaalm down- why the hell did you bring those with you?"
"'-but even still... this war still blows. So I remember how my one-man wolf pack suddenly grew through each adventure. I still remember when I met Aang," Sokka smiled at Aang, who returned the favor kindly. "when my sister and I were just canoeing... and then this giant iceberg appeared. My sister took my boomerang and cracked it open. Aang came out and the first thing he asked me-'"
"I asked Katara, actually.'"
"'-was, 'Will you go to a gay bar with me?'"
As Jet and Zuko began to snicker, Aang's eyebrow twitched. "Uh, Sokka, I think you've forgotten. I asked if you wanted to go penguin sledding with me."
"N...nope, I'm pretty sure you wanted to go to a gay bar."
"No, I'm sure you're mistaken."
"Oh, right, you wanted to take us to Yaoi-Con?"
"No, I," Aang watched as Jet and Zuko laughed a lot louder. He sighed in defeat. "Just... continue."
Sokka looked back at his paper and re-adjusted his reading glasses (no one was going to ask where he got them), "'When we brought him back to camp, I soon met my dear friend Zuko.'"
"Oh dear Agni."
"'Back then... he was a mean, angsty teenager with a ponytail. Now he's a mean, angsty teenager... with emo hair. He chased us all around the world in order to capture Aang. Of course, my sister had managed to delude herself into believing that he was after her, but he wasn't. I guess Zuko was gay for Aang.'"
Jet laughed at Zuko and Aang's discomfort. Sokka continued, "'He was an enemy for a while until we got to the western air temple, where he joined us. But let's back it up a bit, to when I met Jet. He doesn't remember me too well now, but I still recall our meeting like it was just yesterday. We had stumbled into a Fire Nation camp and he and his Freedom Fighters ended up saving us. Then he started hitting on my sister.'"
"Whoa, whoooa." Jet said, raising his hands defensively. "I DID NOT touch Katara. I hate her. She hates me. She scares me. She's mean."
The Water Tribe Boy ignored him. "'And once our wolf pack was complete... I knew I would no longer be alone in this world. I have Gay Bar Aang-'"
"You know what, just Aang will do."
"'-Emo Douche Zuko-'"
"I will kill you."
"'-and Player Jet.'"
"Haha! I like my title."
"'Together, we will make a pact." he reached into his bag and pulled out a knife, terrifying the other men. As Sokka began to cut his hand (earning grossed out calls), he murmured, "Blood brothers."
"Okay, Sokka. Sokka? Give me the knife, okay? We are not going to cut ourselves." Aang said, slowly taking the weapon from him.
"Who's emo now, Mr.-Cuts-Himself?" Zuko shouted.
"You okay?" Jet asked, patting his back. Sokka was sucking on his cut as he nodded numbly. When he stopped, Jet rose his glass to the air. "Well men? Let's make a toast, to a night we will never forget."
They smirked at each other.
Wow, this chapter... sucked. D: I'm sorry. Also, I felt really weird typing the part in which Sokka was cutting himself. Actually picturing it was... weird. Please excuse my sick, twisted mind.
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