Recipe For Disaster
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The Feast
Katara entered the room, filled with nobles and ambassadors from all tribes, and Aang. The soft blue dress had created a outline of her young, female figure. And she was wearing make-up.
Zuko appeared behind her and grabbed her sharply by the elbow and pulled her along.
"What are you doing. I'm your escort, not your hostage. Sheesh..." Katara hissed at him. He refused to let go.
She was being jerked through the entire ballroom, smacking into people. Her mind racked for a way to think of what she could do. Pressure points! She remembered Sokka telling her about ways to cripple Zuko if he was harrassing her at the ball without bending. Of course, she zoned out half of them.
She thought harder. Finally, Katara reached her other arm over her body and grabbed his hand and pushed down hard with her fingernail, into his cuticle. He let go quickly, shaking his hand in pain.
"Hikari sucks." He muttered, moving himself away from her.
"Finally, something we agree on." She said softly, through a forced smile.
Heh heh... I like this story.