Oh well. I can't believe I'm actually doing this, but after the rather massive responce (compared to my other stories) of number one, I decided that this...thing...needed a second chapter. Well helped by Fufuluffs idea, I made this. Hope ya like it^^

DISCLAIMER: Just playing in somebody elses sandbox here. Don't sue me please. You wouldn't get anything anyway.

A/N: The "Turok makto makto" line belongs to Blue Hunny, who was nice enough to let me borrow it^^

A/N 2: As I edited in the previous chapter, I have decided that this will count as canon in my OC story. Therefore, Jake is not Olo'eyktan. Instead, Huhwe is.

Oh and by the way, if anyone has any good plotlines they want me to write for this ficlet collection, just give me a wink and I'll see what I can do^^

It had been a month since Jake's "incident" with the shroom. He had kept a healthy distance from everything even remotely shroomish since then. Luckily for him, the Omaticaya clan didn't lose their respect for him because of that. Not after he had explained why he did it, anyway. He had been more or less permanently blushing for a week, but after that, everything had calmed down. Until he took a trip to Hell's Gate, that is. For, of course, Norm had told everyone about it. After yet another embarrassing explanation, and an oath to pay Norm back later, it had calmed down there, too.

And, now there were even less people thinking about the "incident," because the Na'vi hunters had just cornered and downed an absolutely massive angtsìk bull. The clan would easily have meat enough for two months if you counted the stored meat they already had. And of course, this called for a party, and since there had been humans present in the hunt, in the form of Avatars, the new clanleader, Huhwe, had decided that they would hold the party in one of the giant repair-halls for Valkyrie shuttles in Hell's Gate. Jake had partly influenced him there, saying that the Na'vi and the humans needed to bond a bit more if they were to share the planet. This made perfect sense to the olo'eyctan, and the rest of the clan was convinced rather easily too.

Many Na'vi had made friends within the scientists ranks, and almost none viewed them with hatred anymore. Not the Dreamwalkers at least. Then there was the matter of getting everything ready. The repair hall had to be re-pressurized and filled with a terran air mixture to let both humans and Na'vi stay in the same room without masks. The meat had to be prepared, drinks had to be brewed and so on.

"Jake? What the hell is this?" Norm asked as he rolled a massive barrel through the doors into the hangar.

"That? I think it's a type of Na'vi beer. Good stuff, tastes weird, but still good. Not that strong though, so you gotta drink a lot to get drunk, especially Na'vi, who have larger bodies." Jake grinned like an idiot on the inside. This was perfect. In reality, the stuff could practically get an angtsìk dead drunk, and now Norm would drink it like water, especially since he was attending in his Avatar body. This, however, was just a part of Jakes plan to get his payback. The plan went something like this:

Step one: Get Norm drunk.

Step two: ???

Step three: Laugh.

Jake was painfully aware that there was a piece missing in his plan, but he figured that everybody would do stupid things when drunk, right? He chuckled to himself as he thought about it.

"Jake, what are you chuckling at?"

"Nothing, nothing at all…"

***

"This party is LAME!" Norm mumbled to himself. Okay, it was lively enough for a feast, but he wanted to PARTY! Especially since he was drunk beyond all inhibitions. By now, everyone had got quite a lot to drink, but this place was pretty much devoid of action. He suspected there was more to this "beer" than what Jake had said. In one end of the hall, on a raised platform, a troupe of Na'vi musicians had found some like-minded humans and were now cranking out pretty OK music, even though it was a weird combination of Na'vi and human instruments. On the other end of the hall, there was a large table designated for food and drinks, and most were sitting or standing around it, talking. In the middle, there was a large floor that had been converted into a dance floor. There was a quite a few out there, but not nearly enough. Suddenly, Norm got a brilliant idea. At least it was brilliant to his drunk mind, but the small part of his mind that was still operational doubted he would like this idea in the morning. Without a pause, he disappeared out a door towards the main building. From the table, Jake was grinning, knowing that his plan was coming into fruition.

When Norm came back, he was lugging a large table-like thing full of buttons and switches and stuff, and a large wad of cables. He quickly scurried over to the musicians and shared his plan with them. Shrugging, they left their spot on the platform. They weren't going to complain if some drunk nuthead wanted to take over the music single-handedly. Besides, they all wanted a taste of that delicious-smelling angtsìk on the feast-table.

Within moments, Norm had hooked up the table thing, which was a mixing board, to the speaker-system in Hell's Gate. Grinning like a maniac, he grabbed the mic connected to the board and called out to the hall.

"Hey everybody! This party's LAME! I'm gonna SPUNK it up! Now, lezz get this partey shtartin'!" Norm yelled before hitting "play" on the board. A loud rhythmical clapping suddenly erupted from the speakers, signaling the start of the song. Within moments all attention was focused toward the man on the stage, who was dancing to the tune.

"Com' on everybody! Dance with me 'ere!" Norm shouted before starting to sing together with the first chorus.

Rock this party
Dance everybody
Make it hot in this party
Don't shtop, move your body
Rock this party
Dance everybody
Make it hot in this party
Everybody dance now

"Com' on now! Get dancin'!" Norm yelled. Most of the humans looked at each other before doing exactly that. Why not? They though, clearly influenced by the "beer." The Na'vi however, weren't really sure what to do, since dance usually was a ritualistic thing to them. However, they soon followed the lead of the roughly 15 avatar-drivers there, and soon the hall was MUCH spunkier than a moment ago. The rational part of Norm's brain noted with surprise that this insane idea had actually worked, and the drunk part just roared a hearty "YEAH!" before continuing to dance.

As the next song started to boom over the speakers, Norm jumped down into the crowd to join in the dancing and to get some more "beer."

"Hey, Norm, where the hell did you find a mixing board??" a voice suddenly asked. A quick and rather wingly turn later, Norm identified the speaker as Max.

"Well, I shcatched it from a dude's room. I think he went back t'earth, so he won't mind." Norm answered, grinning sheepishly. But before Jake could continue the conversation, Norm turned around and walked straight up to a female Avatar-driver that was hanging out by the table.

"Hey hot-shtuff. Y'know, you make my shoftware turn into hardware." Norm said in what he thought was a smooth voice. The female Avatar, named Christine, promptly slapped him and left for the other side of the room. And a few meters behind Norm, Jake was doubled over in laughter.

"I know she wants me. She just don't realishe it yet." Norm mumbled to himself. He grabbed another bowl of that "beer" to fix his wounded pride before going out on the prowl again.

Apparantly, Christine had spread the rumour about Norm fairly efficiently, because all the female Avatars disappeared the moment he came into view, which made his hunt fairly fruitless. This prompted him to drink even more "beer," and soon he couldn't even count his own fingers, let alone everyone else's. However, this did not deter him in the least. If anything, it only increased his target range, and he soon approached a good looking Na'vi woman on the dance floor.

"Hey baby, check out my shcars!" Norm exclaimed before ripping off his shirt and showing off the scars he had gotten when his Avatar got shot in the war. The woman, named Le'sha, just blinked a few times before she asked over the boom from the speakers.

"Why do you show me scars?" She had a certain suspicion she knew what he wanted, based on what she had heard the female Dreamwalkers talk about. And, her suspicions proved correct when Norm pointed at his crotch and made some thrusting motions. Le'sha shouted something quick in Na'vi, and within moments her mate appeared behind her.

"What did you say, dear?" he asked in Na'vi, noticing that her tail twitched irritably. What followed was a quick stream of Na'vi that Norm didn't quite get, other than a few words like "drunk" "sex" "beat him" and something. He didn't care, and was hoping she was telling the rather muscular looking Na'vi to leave them alone for a while. Of course, that didn't happen, and Norm ended up stuffed inside a large mushy plant outside the compound with more than a few bruises.

After a rather sticky extraction from said plant, and a quick bath in the river, Norm went back on the prowl, well helped by even more drinks. He started to wonder where the hell everything came from, and if those barrels ever ran dry.

"Hey Norm! I saw you got stuffed inside that plant outside, so how are you doing?" Jake's voice sounded from behind.

"Ah, yesh. But it'sh fiiine now. This beer'sh aweshome. What'sh innit?" Norm asked. His ears had begun to twitch erratically due to the alcohol, and Norm was trying to hold them still with his fingers. This, of course, just made him look silly. And made his tail twitch, too, and when he tried to keep that still with his legs, things looked even more silly. So silly in fact, that Neytiri doubled over in laughter when she spotted him.

"Hey! What'sh sho funneh?!" Norm asked irritably, still trying in vain to keep his twitching body parts still. By now, Jake was laughing too, and they were leaning on each other for support. The fact that Norm tried to jump towards them with his tail still wedged between his legs, falling splat on his face in the process, didn't help at all.

"Oh, shut up you thereh!" Norm said while getting to his feet again. He barely managed to stay stable, but he managed it. But then, a "brilliant" idea crossed his mind.

"Turok Makto Makto!" he said in Neytiri's face, before turning to walk away, thinking he had gotten some good payback for that laughing. The problem was, he had gotten a way too good payback. It took a moment for Neytiri to process the unfamiliar phrase, before she erupted in an epic blush that turned her entire face and parts of her upper body purple. What followed was a brief struggle before Norm ended up in a plant again. This time, he didn't even bother washing off before he returned. He needed some more beer to fix THAT blow to his ego. And while the sober part of his mind, though very very reduced, knew why she had done that, his drunk part did not. However, basic survival instincts kicked in, and he didn't come close to Neytiri the rest of the evening.

After a quick tour up to the mixing table to reset the playlist, which had finished itself, Norm closed in on some more "prey." This time, it was a young Avatar-driver, a biochemist if Norm remembered correctly, who was dancing on the floor, utilizing some rather revealing moves. With a surprisingly smooth dance move, Norm closed in behind her and whispered in her ear.

"Hey hot-schtuff. If I were an enzyme, I'd be a DNA helicashe, so I could unzip yer genes." The girl, named Natalie, turned around and did NOT promptly slap him. Which surprised Norm, but he tried to keep his head cool and not go celebrating yet.

"That was incredibly cheesy." Natalie simply said, while continuing to dance.

"True dat. But, did it work?" Norm replied while his tail had started to twitch excitedly. Maybe he had something here?

"Oh yeah, it did. You had me at "enzyme"," Natalie said, her somewhat distant eyes revealing that she was just as drunk as Norm was. As they continued to dance, albeit somewhat unsteadily and with frequent drinking breaks, they kept close, tails entwined and whispering stuff in each others' ears that neither of them would even think of if they were sober. Stuff that was both very very dirty, and very very geeky. At long last, they snuck away from the floor and walked outside. Within moments, they had found a suitably empty storehouse, and things got very very squeaky, very very quickly.

***

"Link-chambers one and two, Norm and Natalie coming out!" a lab technician shouted as the two chambers came out.

"Oh my god… My head feels like shit…" Norm groaned as he slowly exited the link-chamber. "I didn't know the hangover transferred over the link…"

"My head feels like a titanothere's stomping ground…" a female voice groaned from the chamber beside his own. He recognized it as Natalies voice. Then, everything that had happened that night hit the two scientists like a cannonball.

"Oh shit," both uttered at the same time, and looked at each other, blushing like mad, before hurrying off in different directions. This mess was going to take a LONG time to clean up.

A/N: There is a lot of people who wondered what that "Turok Makto Makto" line means, so I'll include an explenation. And yes, I do know that if you have to explain a joke, it ain't funny.

"Makto" means "Rider (of)". Like, ikran makto would mean "Rider of banshee" in english. Turok Makto is Jake's title, and means "Rider of Turok". Turok is the na'vi name for the Great Leonopteryx, the big bad orange flying lizard thingy. I bet everyone knows that already, but still. Anyway, "Turok Makto Makto" would then mean "Rider of Jake", which implies that Neytiri rides Jake. Which probably is true, it's just embarrasing to have it spelled out like that.
I hope I didn't ruin the joke by doing this...