AN: There's not any lemon or lime in this chapter. I know sex is the theme for this fic but as I was writing it didn't fit. I hope it's still enjoyable. :)


.29. Costumes


"You look amazing," says Ty Lee, clasping her hands together and batting her curly eyelashes.

"I am covered in blood." Fake blood, of course. Although, real blood would be rather sexy too. It would be like a Bonnie and Clyde thing. Or perhaps Thelma and Louise.

"You're super good at Halloween costumes," gushes Ty Lee. Her girlfriend went with the trite Sexy Vampire costume. Ty Lee wears a skimpy pink flamingo costume.

Azula smirks. "I am 'super good' at all things I try."

"You really, really are."

"This is sickening," interrupts Mai. "For the love of God, stop."

This interruption occurs only because they are not Bonnie and Clyde or Thelma and Louise. They are Thelma and Louise and Louise. It's girls night and Mai is simultaneously straight and single, therefore she is third wheeling.

Her costume impressed Ty Lee less. She wears all black like she does every day, but she put on a pair of Forever 21 cat ears.

"I'm so excited for our Halloween bar crawl. I'm like a hamster in heat!" Ty Lee bounces up and down.

"That is a terrible analogy," Azula says.

"But it's how I feel," whispers Ty Lee, a little nervous and a little hurt. She raises her voice slightly. "I can change my analogies though if you want."

"Good."


"This is boring," says Mai, to absolutely no one's surprise.

"How could this be boring?" Ty Lee asks, impeccably groomed brow furrowed. "We have pina coladas, we have each other, we have music. Turn up the music, Mr. Bartender!"

The man does as told, but it does not impress Mai at all. Azula remains rather impartial towards tonight's venue and activities.

"Azula," says Mai, "you have good ideas. Is there anything slightly more interesting than drinking and listening to Ty Lee talk about her day?"

"We could tell secrets," purrs Azula, eyelashes fluttering seductively.

Ty Lee smiles. "I love telling secrets."

"I could guess that."

"Okay, uh, I gotta think of a good one. Okay! I worked my way through college as a phone sex operator. 1-800-Miss-Feel-Good. How can I make your fantasies come true today?" Ty Lee giggles blithely.

"I would call that," admits Mai with a slightly cocked eyebrow.

"I would've way rather done a psychic hotline, though. There are so many frauds, and I'm, like not a fraud."

Mai responds less favorably to that one. "Oh? You're psychic? Tell me my future."

"Your future solely includes lots of cats and things that require batteries," snaps Ty Lee at Mai.

"I am perfectly happy as a single woman. That doesn't work as an insult."

"Why would you be happily single? I haven't been single since I was like twelve."

"Because men are trash."

"Well, yeah. Just become lesbian; it's not rocket science." When Ty Lee receives no reply from her friend or her girlfriend, she moves on to, "So, Azula, Mai, what are your secrets?"

Azula smirks and waves her hand. "Mai can go first."

"See, this is why I was not eager. First of all, I am eager about nothing. Secondly, Azula set this up so we would tell her secrets and then she will bail and laugh and not tell us anything."

Azula laughs lightly and swirls her finger around the rim of her drink. "Honestly, you see through me too easily."

"I know it," Mai says. "More drinks."

"More drinks!" Ty Lee chirps, kissing Azula on the cheek.

Her lips shift to press against Azula's. The two women lean into each other, Ty Lee setting her hand softly on the ivory shoulder blade of her girlfriend.

They finally pull apart.

The bar stares. Neither Azula nor Ty Lee cares.


Ty Lee dances with Azula. She turns and grinds against her as Azula slightly awkwardly sets her hands on TY Lee's lower abdomen and sways with her to the gorgeous beat of Steve Aoki. They break apart as Azula grabs Mai to dance with her, solely out of mockery, spite and cruelty since Mai despises dancing and has only been interested in the music.

A chunky and rather unattractive man takes hold of Ty Lee. Azula glares and clenches her jaw, but Ty Lee dances with him in an utterly nonsexual manner. Yet, it still seems like the motions of a seductress with someone so beautiful doing it. That attracts the attention of a chunky and rather unattractive woman with a tight blonde ponytail.

She shoves Ty Lee fiercely and Azula catches her.

"Hey, skank, back off; he's mine!" snarls the blonde.

Azula pushes Ty Lee into Mai's grasp and steps forward with her spine as straight as a ruler, fingers bent, giving her the illusion of claws. "Listen, whore! No one calls my skank a skank!"

"It's okay, Azula. This woman obviously has trust issues." Ty Lee pauses as a wicked smile spreads across her lips. "Or maybe she's just a raging bitch."

The chaotic, violent barroom brawl begins with a single punch.

Something about costumes makes people damn the rules and break laws frivolously. Everyone, in their Halloween disguises, starts to clash almost blindly.

Azula tackles the blonde to the floor and absolutely pounds her without even messing up her hair extensions.

Ty Lee throws grown men around with her impressive strength like they are cockroaches.

Mai only wishes she had brought her knives.

Best. Halloween. Ever.