It's a beautiful night, the waves are crashing, the sand is sparkling, and Ty Lee doesn't know how her friends can waste it sleeping, so she tiptoes down the beach house's stairs to turn cartwheels in the moonlight. That is, until she encounters a shadow in the kitchen. Both jump before a small blue flame flickers to life to illuminate Azula, frowning and clutching a bottle.
"You want some baijiu?" she asks. "Courtesy of Chan's daddy's liquor cabinet."
Ty Lee sighs. "He hurt your feelings, huh?"
Azula snorts. "That fuckboy? Please." She takes a teacup and pours herself a drink.