Aftereffects
Times are changing, and they try to follow.
CHAPTER TWO:
"C'mon," insisted Jet. "Just a few minutes."
"I don't want to sit in a bar watching you flirt with girls, Jet," growled Zuko.
Jet looked at his friend with a critical eye. He snapped his fingers suddenly in excitement. "You what know what you need?"
"To go home?"
"To loosen up! Let's go. I'll buy."
"I have to drive, you idiot," Zuko hissed as he was forcibly led into the little tavern.
Zuko blinked blearily. What time was it? And why did he hurt so much?
The phone rang, and he crawled out of bed to answer it.
"Zuko?" The voice was raspy and desperate-sounding.
"Jet?"
"YES! You're alright. Listen – I only have one call – I need $500 to bail out. I'm at the E.K. police station, okay?"
Zuko blinked.
"Oh, and I wouldn't look in a mirror if I were you."
Zuko blinked.
And hung up.
Jet turned to his jailer. "He hung up. Do-over."