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The waiter came back carrying two bottles of wine on a tray in one hand, and four glasses on a tray in the other. He placed one wine bottle in front of each couple, and a glass before each person, before winking at Jet and heading off. Jet uncorked the first bottle and poured some for himself and Ty Lee. Zuko shoved his glass out before Jet, and he filled it, then turned to Mai.

She blushed, "I don't drink."

Jet smiled in reply and set the bottle back on the table. Zuko brought his glass to his nose and swished it, breathing in the fragrance before tasting it tentatively; he had never had wine before, although he knew what it was and how it affected people who drank too much.

Raising the glass to his lips, he downed it in one gulp. As Zuko poured himself another glass music started up and couples filed onto the small dance floor in the middle of the restaurant.

Ty Lee turned to Jet with a large smile, "Can we dance? Please?"

"Of course," Jet replied. He stood as Ty Lee grabbed his hand, and quickly gulped down some wine before following her onto the dance floor.

Mai's gaze lingered on Ty Lee and Jet as they started dancing, then switched over to Zuko.

"Do you want to dance?" she asked him as he finished his second glass.

"I don't dance," Zuko replied with a grunt.

"Oh..."

Zuko watched Jet and Ty Lee as the music changed to a slower song. Ty Lee wrapped her arms around his neck, and he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her up against his body.

Zuko felt his face flush, and quickly covered his reaction by pouring a fourth glass of wine.

A young man with flaming red hair approached Mai and asked her for a dance. He had a thin scar stretching across his right eye diagonally.

Mai turned to Zuko, "Do you mind?"

He shrugged, "Go right ahead."

Mai was pulled onto the dance floor by the man; Zuko's gaze returned to Ty Lee and Jet. He watched as Jet slid his hands from Ty Lee's hips to around her waist, hands resting on the swell of her back. She nuzzled her face into the curve where Jet's neck met his shoulder.

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Zuko forced himself to look away. The music changed to a faster beat and the couples on the dance floor matched it. A few girls approached Zuko for a dance, but he turned them down.

As he finished his sixth glass, the waiter brought the plates of food over to their table, causing Mai, Ty Lee, and Jet to return. As Jet took his seat he gave Zuko a little wink, which was returned with a glare.

By the end of dinner Zuko had drank two full bottles of wine by himself. Jet had finished off one and a half, and Ty Lee had had three glasses. Staggering, Zuko stood and felt around his pocket for some money. After paying, the four teens headed outside.

"Let's go get a good viewing spot for the fireworks," Ty Lee said happily. Jet slipped his arm around her waist, and they were off.

Zuko followed at the end of the procession; he was having a hard time figuring out how to work his legs.

"This seems like a good spot," Mai spoke up quietly.

"They should be starting in just a few minutes..." Ty Lee stated.

Zuko stepped in next to Mai, with Jet on his right. He was able to see Jet's arm still wrapped tightly around Ty Lee's waist, although his vision was getting fuzzier by the second. He held back a burp as Mai leaned her head on his shoulder.

He didn't want her leaning on him...he wanted Jet.

Zuko blinked. The damn wine was making him hallucinate.

Jet... with his shaggy brown hair and nicely tanned skin.

And don't forget that firm behind.

Damn-it, Zuko ruffled his hair, hiding his blushing face from view, even though the night was dark.

The first firework went off at that moment, sending a white streak into the air and a shrill whistle reverberating around them.

Ty Lee smiled and clapped, and the show continued.

Zuko held his head with his right hand; it had begun to ache. He could hear Mai ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the vibrant colors of explosions in the sky. He widened his stance; he felt like he was rocking a bit. Dropping his hand to his side he turned his head and wiped his sweaty chin on his shoulder sleeve. His chin wasn't the only thing sweating; his entire body had begun to heat up. He leaned to the right suddenly, a little off-balance, but caught himself before he hit into Jet.

Zuko glanced at him, face turned up to the sky. As the fireworks exploded, Jet's face was temporarily turned the color of the light from above. Sometimes the reflections would mix, painting blues, reds, and greens on his face at once.

Without thinking, Zuko took Jet's hand in his. Jet turned his face and looked at Zuko questioningly. The Prince placed the index finger of his left hand on his lips, "Shhhh."

Jet smiled tentatively, and his smile widened as Zuko returned it. They looked back up at the sky, hands interlocked as one.

And together they watched the fireworks.


A/N: Teehee...Zuko's drunk.

In the next chapter: Zuko's too drunk to stay, so Jet accompanies him back while the girls remain for the midnight show. With Zuko drunk and Jet buzzed, what will happen?