Yeah!! I posted before the month was out!! Yeah for me! Oh I'm so happy, not only for that but because my b-day is around the corner. It's on the- wait, why am I telling you guys, you could care less. ...Anyways, I'll post the next chappie up Asap and if you liked this chapter please review since Marisol is sulking in the corner from my lack of attention. It's not my fault other works have caught my fancy... Great, I just got a death glare. Your reviews will stop my death by Earthbending... (reads what was written) ...and I need to stop posting when I'm on a sugar high... oh well. Anywho, R&R please and thank you!
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To Marisol, the plan she had devised was brilliant. To the two guys… lets just say they weren't big fans.
"Tell me again why we have to dress up as girls?" asked Sokka before being hit in the face by a flying dress.
"Because," said Marisol for the umpteenth time, "I'm not allowed to have visitors, males in particular. So if I make you look like a bunch of harmless little girls- here Aang catch- Margan will be a little more inclined to let the incident go."
"Okay, I get that," said Sokka, "But why do I have to wear such an ugly dress?"
Sokka held the dark green dress out in front of him, at arm's length, as if it had a highly contagious disease.
Aang on the other hand, already put his pale pink dress on and Momo had crawled inside, and stuck his head out of the too big collar. Katara stifled her laughter as best she could.
"Hmm… You know Sokka, you're absolutely right," commented Marisol as she reached out and snatched the dress away from Sokka before rummaging in the large trunk again. "This one's more your color anyway."
This time Sokka managed to catch the dress before it hit him in the face. "Purple?" he asked, disgust visible in every line of his body.
Marisol sat on her bed and shrugged. "If you don't like the idea then you can just hide under my bed again."
Sokka looked horrified at the idea and exclaimed, "Never mind," as he threw the dress on.
"Hang on a second Sokka," said Katara before going and yanking his boomerang and its holder off of her brother's back and tossing it to Marisol who stashed it behind her pillow.
"Hey!" exclaimed Sokka indignantly.
"It would have stuck out and looked funny," said Katara, arms crossed. Marisol wasn't helping out either for she nodded in agreement with Katara.
"Now," said Marisol as she hopped off her bed and put her hands behind her back, smile plastered on her face, "for the hair."
"Umm…Marisol, I don't have hair," pointed out Aang.
Marisol smiled again as she pulled something out of the trunk and plopped it on Aang's cranium. "And now you do."
Sokka yelled and knocked it off Aang's head and Momo jumped down and 'attacked' it.
"What the heck was that!" exclaimed Sokka, wild eyed.
Katara shook her head and Marisol sighed as she bent down to pick up the fallen object.
"It's a wig you dolt. All the girls around here actually have hair," she said ass he absent mindedly ran her fingers through the hair of the wig.
"Oh…."
Marisol examined the wig for a second then looked at Sokka. "This would look better on you."
"Me? Why me, I have hair!" complained Sokka.
"I know you do but it's not the kind of haircut girls normally have…even if it is in a ponytail," said Marisol before plopping a longer, lighter colored wig on Aang and pulling the binding off of Sokka's hair.
"Hey!" cried Sokka. Marisol looked at he way his hair fell and made a face.
Marisol turned to Katara and asked, "What do you think?"
Katara shook her head and said, "Nope. Definitely too short."
Marisol nodded and said, "My thoughts exactly," as she put the wig on Sokka. "Remember, you're supposed to be a girl so higher pitched voices."
Sokka rolled his eyes and was going to say something but was cut off by Margan's voice from outside.
"Marisol, are you in there?" his voiced boomed.
"Uh… yeah, come on in," replied Marisol as she jumped to sit on her bed.
When Margan saw the other three, plus Momo, a confused look crossed his face and, well, stayed there.
"Margan, these girls are from town. They think they would like to become dancers. I hope you don't mind too much," lied Marisol with a hopeful smile.
Margan blinked. "Not at all. Though," he said and pointed at Aang and Katara, "you two seem a bit young." Margan looked down at Sokka and smiled. "But you seem plenty old enough my dear." Sokka couldn't do anything but stare, mortified, at he mountain of flesh that was Margan.
"What's your name, my pretty?" asked Margan as he put a finger under Sokka's chin to get a better look at his face.
Sokka paled to the point where Aang thought that he was going to pass out.
"Uh… her name is Sokkonna," blurted Marisol and she nearly hit herself for her stupidity.
"Sokkonna, is it?" asked Margan, not even bothering to look away from Sokka's face. "Unusual, but pretty."
Aang hadn't thought it possible, but Sokka paled even more and whimpered quietly.
"Well Sokkonna, you seem as delicate as a panda orchid," cooed Margan in a low, deep voice.
"Is he trying to seduce my brother?" thought Katara with a grimace.
Sokkonna…er, Sokka whimpered again.
"I'll tell you what," said Margan as he caressed Sokka's cheek with one fat finger, "I'll let you in my group next time I'm I town. What do you say to that?"
Sokka gulped and Aang said, "I don't know… He- er, she-"
"-Can't talk," cut in Marisol smoothly without blinking an eye.
That got Margan's attention. "Really?"
Everyone under the age of twenty nodded their heads emphatically, Momo included. Though, he only nodded because the wig on Sokka's head fascinated him so much.
"That's too bad then," replied Margan, "because I only let in girls who can at least speak."
Sokka sighed a small sigh of relief and relaxed a little. But only a little.
"But," continued Margan, "you know I'm still a bachelor looking for his soul mate. I think I may have found her."
Marisol nearly laughed aloud for Margan was on his tenth wife, and Katara snorted softly in disgust. Aang was just shocked that Margan was so blind as to Sokka's masculinity.
"Well that's all the time I have for right now girls," said Marisol, jumping to her feet and pushing the guests out the door, past Margan and into safety, "so I'll see you guys next time we're in town. Okay? Take care now, bye-bye!"
