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Mai-ry Jane
To be fair, Sokka was a little preoccupied about having a night to himself for the first time in a long time. Aang and Katara had gone to check out a local attraction called a "water park," and Toph decided to introduce herself to the local street-fighting circuit. That left Sokka to check out the busy taverns, sample their colorful array of fruity beverages, and maybe chat up a girl or two (not with any permanent intentions, not this soon after Yue).
So, it was pretty understandable that he hadn't seen the Knife-Throwing Fire Nation Girl until after he sat down next to her at the bar.
He gave an involuntary yelp when he noticed.
She just turned her head to face him, stared at his face for a second with oddly expressive eyes, and frowned. Three seconds later, she spoke, more slowly than Sokka had remembered. "Oh, heyyyy, the Water Tribe boy. How's my brother doin'?"
Sokka stared at her. "How am I supposed to know? Aang returned him the night after you broke off the deal and attacked us."
The girl processed that. "Oh, yeah? We left just after sunset. Oooops." She raised a small black pipe to her lips and puffed out a sparkling blue cloud. She exhaled slowly, then turned back to Sokka. "My name's Maiiiii, by the way. It's spelled with an I." She demonstrated by closing one eye and pointing a finger at Sokka. Despite her lethargy, her hands were perfectly steady.
Sokka's jaw was slack. "Are you drunk?"
She might have smiled. "Nah. I just stopped in for a little Blue. It helps me deal with the Princess and the Fool."
Sokka eyed the pipe. "My life can get a little stressful, too, but I'm not sure about that stuff. You're acting really strange. Don't you want to attack me?"
Another puff. "I wouldn't care, even if I weren't Blueing. 's just a job. I'm off hours now." She stared at him again, her eyes not quite focused. "You want? It's good for what keeps you up at night."
That sounded interesting. A night without the moon looking down on him? "Yeah, sure. I'm game."
Sokka woke up the next day hanging from his belt on a clothesline, and forever swore off sparkly smoke that came out of a pipe. The stuff was worse than getting drunk.
At least he hadn't woken up with Whatsername. With an I.
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