A/N: Drunk Katara...
Disclaimer: No.
Sort of Out of Sorts
Katara was not sober. She laughed and cackled at every silly joke thrown her way. She was definitely in no condition to walk back to wherever her camp was. Zuko probably should have stopped her at the fifth Old fashioned but she said to keep them coming. When the owner was ready to close up, Zuko offered to take Katara home. He told the curious man that they were old friends. At that, Katara laughed until she stumbled off her barstool.
"Oh, that's funny. Gods, I hate this guy so much! I even tried to kill him before I got a drink." Katara said with a hiccup as she tried to stand up. The innkeeper looked at Zuko.
"I broke her heart." He mouthed with a grimace and the innkeeper nodded understandably. A handsome guy like that even with the scar, he could see it.
"Well, keep her safe and get her home. I'll see you tomorrow, young man. Good work today." He said as he made his way to the back of the bar. Zuko gave a quick smile and nodded.
"Yes sir, I will see you tomorrow." He said cheerfully.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He whispered to himself once outside with the girl in tow.
"I have to figure out where to put you." Katara laughed again,
"Silly prinche, just take me to your place! It'll be a clod day—hmmn, cold day in hell before I tell you where the Avlatar is." She finished with a giggle.
Ok, technically she gave him permission to take her home. That could work-especially if he leaves in the morning before she wakes up. Zuko made his decision and took the short walk to his rented room on the edge of town.
The next morning Katara had a splitting headache. She saw a cup of water next to her bed and drew some of it out. She used her healing to alleviate the pain so she could think. Wait, bed? As Katara looked around panic crept up her spine as she eyed the spartan décor of the strange room. Where was she? She sat up and a letter fell to the ground. Katara looked around the room quickly and grabbed the letter which, strangely enough, was addressed to her written in an elegant script.
"Katara," the letter began. "thank you for not causing a scene yesterday. I really do need my job and I didn't want any trouble. You were very drunk last night, and I didn't know how to get you home. I gave you my bed. I hope you will take this as a sign of good faith between us and we can pretend like we never saw each other. I just want to live my life in peace. –Zuko"
Katara chuffed. She hated to admit it, but she couldn't have agreed with the prince more and left for her camp immediately.