A/N: I just hope Sephora won't sue me. Happy New years!
Aang heaved a sigh and rested his head on the counter.
This was how his Saturdays were like. Waiting for costumers to show up, stuffing the products bratty kids threw to the floor back to their shelves, dealing with a few flirty girls who wanted some discount on the new Justin Bieber disc, having to watch Space Jam for the hundredth time in a row, the list goes on.
Bosco's Music and Video Shop was awful—but at least they gave great discounts to their employees.
Aang lifted his head up and opened his eyes slowly. A few fingers snapped in front of his face. "Are you listening to me, Aang? I asked, how do I look?"
He rubbed his eyes and carefully observed the girl with the executive suit. "Katara, you look like a 40 year old single mom."
Katara grinned. "Great! That's the look I'm going for!"
"What's with costume anyways?" He asked lightly.
"It's not a costume," She corrected. "Haven't you heard?"
Aang raised an eyebrow.
"They're looking for employees at Sephora!"
Aang made his way behind the counter and re-stocked some vinyls on the shelf. "That's great for you..."
Katara grimaced. "Aang, it's job hunting season, if you don't like it...then you should quit."
Aang sighed and pressed his head against the wall. "You make it sound so easy. No offense Katara."
Katara joined him behind the counter and helped him with the rest of the re-stocking. "Come on, be a little optimistic." She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "My interview isn't in like an hour, maybe we could go eat something at the food court."
Aang slouched and scowled. "Can't... My break isn't in like three hours."
"Well... if you change your mind you know where we'll be." Katara headed to the glass door.
"Katara?"
She perked her head up. "Yeah?"
"Don't forget to tell everyone we're looking for employees."
Katara made her way through the busy crowd, she arrived at the four-people table and sat down. Each side was occupied by a respective teen, Sokka eating on the left, Zuko sulking on the right, and... Toph?
She frowned. "I thought you were going to play teacher today?"
Toph scoffed. "I am!"
"At the mall?! How did you even get the privilege to tutor?" Katara asked as she sat down on the overused plastic white chair.
"Privilege?!" Sokka exclaimed, his mouth full of Taco Bell. "You're crazy, Katara!"
Toph sighed upon recalling the events of two weeks ago. "Well, it all started when..."
After the directive scolded at all of them about the requirements of Halloween Madness, she required for Toph to stay a little longer.
Toph sat on the cushioned wooden chair, she fidgeted every once in a while to make her butt feel comfortable. She turned her head around when she heard footsteps come from the door.
"Okay, Toph," The directive spoke. "It's been to my attention that you're failing all of you classes, but biology, physics and chemistry—Now, we can't kick you out because that will drive our school into a economical crisis-"
Toph twisted her mouth into a fair smirk.
"-But we can't gift grades either. So, we decided, that as extra credit for you classes, you'll tutor."
Toph opened her mouth in awe. "What?!"
"Yeah. And don't even think about calling your dad, he was the one who suggested the idea."
The blind girl winced and slapped her forehead.
"—So that's why I'm tutoring these three kids in chem."
"Bummer," Sokka muttered as he stuffed French fries into his mouth.
"Sokka, stop eating all my fries! You already ate MY hamburger!" Zuko complained. "Plus, it's not like I have the money to pay for another combo..." Zuko dropped his head to his hands.
"Wow. Here we go. Zuko is making it all about himself again," Toph jested, truth peeping.
"Oh! So that's why you're dressed like a 40 year old divorced dad paying alimony? You're looking for a job?" Sokka asked.
Katara raised an eyebrow as she took some of Zuko's fries. "I thought you already had a job?"
"Yeah, but I quit."
"You're an idiot, Zuko," Toph commented. "Why did you eve quit?"
Zuko put his hand on his chin and grinned upon recalling the events of that morning. "Well, it all started when..."
The taste of Victoria Secret's balm lingered on his lips, just like the purple marks around his neck.
Mai removed her hair from her face and got up from the floor.
"Where are you going?" Zuko asked, disappointment in his face.
"Back to Azula," Mai responded. "Knowing her, she's probably going to ask me why my bathroom breaks have been longer."
Zuko scratched his forehead. "Do you think she knows we're making out?"
Mai sighed. "It would be beneath her to not know, so... yeah— But I think she chooses to ignore it, she'll probably use it against us eventually."
Zuko took hold of Mai's hand. "Do you really have to leave?"
Mai nodded. "I have to anyway, I have work."
Zuko tilted his head in confusion. "You work?...Do you even need it?"
"Yes. And probably now less than ever, since my dad thinks we're...dating and all that... He'll probably let Tom-Tom out of the inheritance just for me, you know how he is."
"Then why do you do it?"
Mai shrugged. "I don't know. I guess gaining experience is better, eventually I'll be on college, and I don't think nepotism is going to teach me how to be independent; plus— Sephora has good employee's discount."
Zuko stared into the horizon, realization dawning on him.
"—And that's why I quit from uncle's tea shop. I don't even know how to make tea!"
Toph and Sokka looked at him incredulously. Katara smiled. "I understand, it's nice to care about your future."
Toph crinkled her nose. "You guys are so...weird."
Sokka heaved his backpack over his shoulders and stood up. "I have to go now. My interview is in like 30 minutes."
Katara raised both brows. "You're getting a job-" She pointed at him, dragging her index finger up and down."- Dressed like that?"
'Like that', she meant as in wearing a 2pac shirt underneath the blue plaid with some ripped jeans, that's without adding the piercings.
Sokka observed her sister with disgust, shrugged and left.
Katara sighed. "Well, I gotta go too." She passed over to Zuko a Styrofoam container. "Would you mind dropping this off at Aang's? It's just that he hasn't eaten yet, and I'm worried for him. I don't want him to have a mental breakdown."
Zuko snorted as he grabbed the object. "Okay...mommy."
Katara frowned and smacked him on the head.
Toph rolled her eyes as she stood up with the help of her walking stick. "Okay, you lame-o's can scalp each other all you want; meanwhile, I'll be inserting knowledge into these deadbeat students."
Toph jumped from her seat once she heard his voice. "Jet?!—Please don't tell me I'm going to tutor you..."
Jet hissed and said, "Well... not only me, also Ty Lee and Haru."
Toph rubbed her temples. "Are they here?" She asked.
"Yeah!" Ty Lee and Haru replied instead.
Toph grunted and added, "Great, Now we have to listen to their smooching sounds. Gross."
Ty Lee and Haru chuckled and exchanged knowing looks.
The blind girl sighed and motioned them to the food court. Haru complained something about studying at the mall being irresponsible, then shrugged and ordered a McDonald's combo.
The four guys shared fries with each other. "Aren't we supposed to be doing something?" Jet questioned.
Toph gave him an odd look. "Yeah... But I want to eat first," She explains and eats once again, even thought she just did 15 minutes ago.
Ty Lee was eating happily, leaving the burned fries off to Jet until she glanced to her left. Her eyes turned to hearts and her jaw dropped.
Jet frowned. "What's wrong with you?" He asked as he played with a paper clip, bending it to make it look like 'guy ring'.
Haru eyed the ring and smiled approvingly. "Nice!"
"Shiny..." Ty Lee commented and she kept observing Tophsop's showcase, her hands now holding her face lovingly.
Suddenly Jet dropped his ring and Ty Lee accidently stepped on it. "No!" He scooched over Ty Lee's pastel pink Timbs and picked it up. He sighed in relief when he found out his 'guy ring' was safe.
Haru put a wholehearted hand to his chest. "Man, I almost saw that one coming!"
Toph rolled her eyes. "Stop fooling around! Time to study! I already ate all of your fries."
Aang accidently hit Zuko on the stomach. He was just talking to On Ji on the phone about not being able to get her Purpose because he already used his discount on Sokka, and Zuko thought it was a good idea to scare him from behind.
"Why the fuck would you that?!" Zuko exclaimed.
"I was scared!" Aang hang up the phone and helped Zuko get up. He eyed the white package in the floor. "What is that? Is that... food? Please! Please, tell me it's for me!" He begged with his hands clasped together.
Zuko reluctantly handed him the food. "Your mom sent it to you."
"What are you talking about?" Aang grabbed the food with eagerness.
"Katara."
"Very funny, Zuko." Aang ignored him. He started digging the food and shoved it into his mouth.
"Geez, if this is what your job makes you do...then you should quit."
Aang stared at him as he were crazy. Then he tilted his head to the right and asked, "...Wait a second. Shouldn't you be at your job?"
Zuko shrugged. "I quit."
Aang made a face and he continued devouring his sandwich. "Maybe you could get a job here," Aang suggested.
Zuko observed the store—little kids wailing after listening to Let It Go, mom's fighting over the last Phil Collins album, 'Dudes' jumping to the EDM festival DVD playing on the preview screen—And he clacked. "I would rather be dead," He responded seriously.
Aang pouted.
Katara arrived at Sephora with a confident grin. She knows. She knows she's going to get the job. How could she not? She is a girl in junior year (which means she's not asking for much money), she has perfect grades (except for...ew math), and most important of all, she knows how to contour to perfection.
Her smile did not fade, not when she saw the queue was a mile long, not when she saw girls with better more expensive and stylish suits, not when she saw the girls were paler than her, not when-
"Sokka?!"
Sokka rolled his eyes. "No, it's dad."
Katara quirked her left brow. "What the hell are you doing here?! Do you even know what a concealer is?!"
Sokka grimaced. Of course he didn't. Unlike Katara, he didn't spend his afternoons watching YouTube videos on 'how to shave off your eyebrows' or whatever, he's totally going to improvise, and it kind of made him nervous because he was used to moving along with a plan, but he needed the job, it was only a week ago he got a job at Yogen Früz and he already got fired just for covering for this girl...it was worth it though, they even made out once.
"Of course!" He lied.
She gave him an skeptical look. "Right..."
They stared at each other in comfortable silence. Katara broke the ice, "You know, you could leave now and I could get you something after being hired, or, you could just stay and avoid me getting you something after being hired. Your choice..."
Sokka narrowed his eyes. "Fuck no! Maybe you could just leave now and I could get you something after being hired! Your choice," He mimicked her.
Katara let out a gasp. "Idiot!"
"Jet focus!"
Jet ceased spinning his clip ring. "I was focused!"
Toph frowned. This was the worst day of her life— even worse than the day she met her parents (the day she was born). First of all, she was stuck in a teaching job with no pay; second, no one paid attention to her; and third, if they did, they literally got more confused than before.
Ty Lee squinted and tilted her head to the right. "Wait... I thought you said it was an Hydrocarbon, why does it look like-"
Toph snapped, "It doesn't matter what it looks like! It just is! Okay? So, just read the thing and memorize it! I don't know!"
Every stared at her with their mouths open. Toph buried her face in her hands and sighed, "Look, I'm sorry. It's just that—for once on my life I actually have no idea of what I'm doing..."
"Once?—Ouch!" Jet rubbed his arm after being punched by Haru.
Ty lee smiled and caressed her back. "Aw, It's okay! I wasn't understanding much before!"
The blind girl straightened her back, cracked her knuckles, and stated, "All right! We're moving onto something a little easier...Metallic elements."
Zuko rubbed his stomach frantically. "Stop doing that!"
Aang punched Zuko, again. Accidently, again. On ji called, again, this time to ask if he could buy the Barbra Streisand album for her mom. Zuko probably was a masochist behind his daily facade because he always thought that grabbing Aang's 'fatty rolls' to greet him was a good idea.
"Hey...What work out technique do you use?"
Aang dropped the labelling machine into the discount casket and sighed. "Zuko, I'm working, you can't expect me to answer you tha—Shouldn't you be looking for a job?" Aang turned to face him as he cocked a brow.
"I did."
"...And?" He expected for his answer.
"And...nothing, no job so far has all reached basic human commodities a job necessarily has to have."
Aang stared at the boy dumbfounded, the let a loud shriek of laughter. "Zuko...Literally no actual job cares about their employees. I though you knew that..."
"I know that!" Zuko sighed and sat on the counter's cushioned seat. "I think I should go try again."
Zuko left and Aang proceeded with his work. He went into the small storage unit and picked up the boxes stacked in the corner. He gathered the multiple Drake CD's into the arrivals shelves; he was about to place the last one until his almost-boss came to complain.
"Put the CD's lower, we don't want them overshadowing Twyla Swanson's new record, or they'll sue the store."
Long Feng...He was a pain in the ass, when one thing went wrong he pinned it on him, all because he was bitter Kuei got the manager job instead of him, being made assistant manager instead. Still, he kind of felt bad for him, Kuei only sat on his desk watching videos of cat's playing instruments meanwhile he ran the store.
"Also, don't forget to put up Mariyah's Christmas records," Long Feng ordered.
"I already did..."
"Yes, but not correctly."
"But it was on a single file. Like you told me to."
"No, I told you to put the Mariana Venti's Christmas records on a single file, Mariyah's on the shelf above, they sell more."
Aang grimaced. "Oh."
"And also don't forget to..."
"Oh. And to..."
"And to..."
Okay, so certainly it didn't make a difference which record was on top of who's or what Chaka Khan greatest hit was supposed to be playing (Long Feng was a really big fan), but he had to oblige, and it was driving him nuts how he was expected by everybody to do a perfect job... it was just stocking products! Still— they kept making a big deal out of it and times like these were when he wanted to quit the most.
Why do you want this job?
"Mainly to gain more experience, but I'm also really passionate about make-up and how it makes a strong impact in today's modern society, especially in the area's of feminism," Katara answered confidently, no stammer in her voice, no flinching on her behalf.
Why should we hire you?
"I have a great work ethic, I've been conditioned by a very strong and hard working family to do a great job and to not stop until I'm satisfied with my results."
Where do you see yourself in ten years?
Katara replied with that fake, sugary, yet confident smile of hers, "Graduating from medical school, starting my first job as an Orthopedist, getting a two store house, 120 square meters wide, adopting a dog and cat, having three children, one girls named Kya, two boys named..."
Why do you want this job?
Money... duh!
"Is just that...this is just a really good place, and good people belong to good stuff... Oh! And for experience." Sokka nodded his head with a smirk.
Why should we hire you?
"Well, I'm what you call a... Hustler. See, sometimes ugly people might walk into the store, and that's inevitable, but when they're asking for concealer for their lips or whatever, I'm going to slip up and tell them 'no, it sucks' and then give them the same thing but with a more expensive brand like Mabelle or Lorelai, whatever it's called."
Where do you see yourself in ten years?
Sokka gulped and played with his nails. "Umm... Working here?"
"Nope, sorry, still not getting it," Jet commented.
Toph grunted. "The only thing you'll get is my fist in your mouth if you don't shut up!"
She was the one who didn't get it, she didn't get it at all; Toph taught them everything she knew, and they still couldn't grasp the basic contents of metal elements, they are so easy! It was really frustrating, because this was supposed to be the thing she was good at, chemistry, yet she still sucked at it...or at least at teaching it.
"Alright, how about we take five," said the blind girl in irritation. The three students agreed and parted ways.
Toph slouched on the green plastic chair and was about to close her eyes until someone's loud voice interrupted her.
"HEY!"
Toph groaned, "Hey Sokka."
"What's wrong?!"
"It doesn't matter," Toph sighed. "Where's Sugar queen?"
"Right here." Katara arrived just in time. She pulled over the chair and sat while glaring at Sokka.
Sokka glared back. Toph hissed and said, "I can smell the tension."
"It's actually Sokka, he has an obsession with trying perfume samples," Katara attested and Sokka huffed.
"So how did you job interviews go? When will you know if you got the jobs?"
"Great," They both sneered simultaneously. "And in an hour, we were the last people interviewed so..." Sokka responded.
"Heeey!" Ty Lee squeaked. She deposed a bunch of shopping bags into the ground. "You guys have to see what I bought!"
Toph's right brow rose in confusion. "You went...shopping? In five minutes? How much stuff did you even buy?!"
"Well, I bought two pairs of shoes-" She took them out, Katara nodded approvingly "- Three shirts, two pair of pants, two make-up palettes, three bracelets, a necklace, five nail polishes, two jackets, ten rings, three sweaters-" She went on and on, and the three of them looked at each other perplexed. "Oh!" She concluded, "And that really shiny dress I saw in Topshop, Isn't it the cutest?" Ty Lee pointed at the showcase and Katara grinned.
Jet and Haru arrived with smugness. "Guess what?"
"What?" They all asked.
"We said gues-"
Toph gave them the stank-eye.
"Ugh, fine," Jet retorted. Then, the two of them started wiggling their fingers to the public.
Sokka frowned and whispered to Katara, "What are we supposed to be looking at?"
Katara leaned closer to her brother and whispered back, "I have no idea, just smile."
"It's the rings. Look at the rings," Jet dictated. Haru patted his back soothingly. "Come on dude, chill."
"Oooh. Now I can see them." Ty Lee smiled. "They're really shiny, I love them!"
"Where did you guys get those?!" Sokka exclaimed, "I want one!"
Haru extended his hand so they could examine the rings. "They're called guy rings. Jet and I went to Home Depot to get some clips and we're planning to sell them. But...maybe we could gift you one, Sokka."
"Wait! Why not me?!" Ty Lee glared at them.
Jet and Haru gulped. "Emmm...you too!"
Toph gave them a look of disgust. "You guys had a five minute break... and you went to Home Depot?! That's ridiculous! You could have gone to Arcade, heck, even the bathroom... I swear to-"
"Yeah, whatever, Toph," Sokka interrupted. "Well, how do you guys make them?!" He beamed.
Jet took out a pack of clips from the plastic, he bended it straight, then bended it again in a circle form. Sokka stared in awe. "All you have to do...is bend it," Haru concluded.
Suddenly, an electric impulse ran through Toph's brain. She slammed her hands against the table and stood up in eagerness. "I got it! I know how to teach you guys!"
Aang observed his reflection. He swallowed, washed his face and brushed softly the towel against his skin. An exasperated sigh escaped from his lungs once he heard knock on the door.
"Aang, you've been there for 10 minutes now, the One Erection CD's aren't going to sell themselves!" He widened his eyes upon hearing Long Feng's peculiar way of saying One Direction.
Aang didn't last 10 minutes in the bathroom, in fact, he didn't even go; when the stress is to high he just...needs to get away from the job. It's depressing, when he first started this job he was excited, not everyone gets a job in the 'coolest' store of the mall. It's funny, when you think about Music owners you think about cool guys with long hair who have anecdotes about smoking weed with Jimi Hendrix or even Cher, not...Long Feng.
Aang gathered courage and finally came out of the bathroom.
"Aang, you should really see doctor for your stomach problems," Kuei suggested. "Well, Long Feng went to interview a potential employee and he told me to tell you to hang these Halloween ornaments." He handed Aang a box full of bats, skeletons and fake pumpkins. "The ladder is in in the back of the supply closet...I think."
Aang unwillingly relented and got to the spot, box in arm, where he was supposed ("supposed" because Kuei didn't even know) to hang the ornaments.
His spine was aching and his limbs felt like they were tearing apart. Just one more and... He did it, he finally hung all eighty-nine Halloween ornaments. The sweat ran down his forehead and his teeth showed in a triumphant smil-
"Aang, those aren't hung the right way," Long Feng mentioned.
He didn't even dare to look at him face to face. He could feel his eyes stretching, his veins throbbing and his fists clenching, he queried, "I'm sorry?"
"I said-"
"I know! I.. - It doesn't matt— You know what? I quit!" He stated while going down the ladder.
"But now who's going to teach me how to do the job?" A very familiar voice asked.
Aang turned around with a raised eyebrow. "Katara?"
"Yes, we just hired her. Great girl, has a really good work ethic," Long Feng affirmed, Katara assented proudly with her head.
Aang scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Umm... What if I said I didn't mean to quit?"
Long Feng rolled his eyes. "Just hang the ornaments right, please."
Toph held Ty Lee's shiny dress to the students and asked, "What is this?"
"A dress?" They replied, their answer lacking confidence.
"Exactly!" Toph congratulated. "And what makes it stand out?"
"The shininess," Jet retorted sloppily as he slurped more of his diet coke.
"And does it remind you guys of something?.." She asked slowly as if she were dealing with kids (because technically, she was).
"Metal," Ty Lee answered automatically while painting her nails with her new MAC nail polish. Toph grinned in approval and Ty Lee's mouth opened in shock, she let out a squeal of joy. "I think I'm getting it!"
Jet and Haru gave each other inquisitive looks. Toph sighed and showed them a clip. "What is this made of?"
"Metal, I guess," Haru responded while picking on the dead skin hanging on his lips.
"Yes." She held the clip with one hand and with the other she slowly bended it straight. "What did I do?"
"Bend it, duh!" Jet stated matter-of-factly, his face lit up when he recalled the earlier lessons of the day. "Wait- You told us that's what metal did, It bended! Now I get it!"
"See... It's not that hard. In theory it seems weird, but you have to put it to practice," Toph concluded and she sat down on the plastic chair.
"Does this means we'll get an A on the test?" Haru questioned.
Toph twisted her lips into a grimace. "Em...nope. We still have to see non-metallic elements."
Everybody groaned.
Zuko entered abruptly into the store, his feet ruining the recently waxed floor, his face was red and his brows were pressed together in a deep frown.
The Old Man stood in his way and put a finger in front of his face. "No. You're not going to enter this store anymore if you're not buying anything!"
Zuko crinkled his nose, he was about to rant to the Old ManHag about how 'he should be thankful he even showed up into his store', how 'he looked like a factory reject of Chewbacca', how 'his store smelled like an eighty year old grandma with an eggplant fetish wildest dreams', but at the end he spotted Aang in the corner of the store and he simply picked a random object from the discount casket next to him and handed it to Long Feng.
"Aang, please tell me you still got a job left for me!" Zuko pleaded to his bald headed friend stocking Fleetwood Mac in the Oldies section.
Aang turned and scratched the side of his head. "Sorry, Zuko. Katara got ahead first."
He was about to complain again until confusion took over his face, he cocked his head to the side. "Katara? I thought she said she applied for Sephora? And honestly, as annoying as it was listening to her stupid practice answers, I really thought she was going to get it. Who do you think got it?"
Aang reflected and he said," I don't know... I guess I was too excited to be working with a friend I forgot to ask her."
Zuko chuckled softly. "Hehe. You're excited for Katara."
Aang gave him a look of amusement and changed subjects, "Maybe we should ask her?"
They both strutted to the counter where Katara was working as cashier for the meantime.
"Zuko, why the hell are you buying a Olivia Newton-John album?" Katara asked him as she scanned the barcode of the CD, accompanied by her 'you're crazy' stare.
"It's for Ty lee," He avoided changing subjects.
"So, Katara..." They both leaned on the counter and closer to her face. "who got the job instead?" Aang questioned.
Katara turned her face away from the computes screen, her forehead furrowed and she pressed her lips together. "It was..." She gulped. "Sokka!"
Aang and Zuko stared each other, perplexed. "Sokka?!"
His eyes twitched as he observed the NARS showcase, he licked his lips and asked again, "I'm sorry Ma'am, you asked for a highlighter?"
The woman assented and Sokka scratched his forehead. "I...I...I'll be right back!"
He ran to the opposite side of the store. He let out a weary sigh as he threw himself into counter. "Mai!"
Mai lowered her Cosmo and popped her strawberry flavored bubblegum. "Yes?"
"Wha-Whu-What...What is a highlighter?!"
The girl rolled her eyes and scowled. "I already told you what it was. Twice."
"Yes! I know! But with too much beauty products I seem to forget!"
Mai rested her magazine on the counter and stood up. "I'll handle this one. Don't break anything."
Sokka awaited calmly on the counter, until a woman appeared. "Um. Yas. I'd like to buy these few thangs—Damn, you chineses have worse prices than in Texas." She laughed obnoxiously.
Sokka would have scolded at the white woman because of her 'Chineses' comment, but he had worse problems to face; the cash register. So he did what he knew best... "Mai!" He called.
"Ugh, I'm coming," She replied from afar.
Sokka chuckled softly. "Hehe. She's coming."
The steam burned his nose and he almost sneezed all over the tea. "Zuko, you need to drink tea now when it's hot or it will not make any effect on you immunologic system."
Zuko rested his head in one palm. "Uncle, you should be thankful I even considered drinking tea." He sighed. "I feel pathetic."
Uncle Iroh patted his back. "There's nothing wrong with drinking tea, you shouldn't feel pathetic about it," He assured in his Wise Man voice.
He side-eyed him and took a sip. "I didn't mean that. I meant that I can't believe I had to come back here..."
"Zuko, there's nothing wrong with asking for a second chance, family will forgive you, that's what they're for."
The scarred boy observed his reflection on the tea. "Yeah. I guess so..."
Finally, after two hours of insufferable lessons and countless angry clients, Katara finished her employee's crash course. It was about nine PM and they were about to close; Katara and Aang decided to switch places, she dug for the DVD's on the list given by Long Feng that should be sold for discount, and Aang cleaned the store.
She observed the list thoroughly as she searched for the DVD's. Her brows quirked in surprise once she read the list. "The whole X-files series only for 80 dollars?" She lifted her head up from the paper. "Aang?"
"Yeah?" He popped his head down from the desk he was cleaning.
"Does employees discount work on normal costumer discount?"
"I don't think so..." Aang responded and entered his head back to where it was.
She shrugged and placed the DVD pack underneath her arm.
Her fingers moved rapidly through the DVD's, she halted when she found the one she was looking to tag next; Avatar.
She lifted the DVD up and examined it. "The whole pack of 3 seasons for 30 dollars..." She muttered to herself.
Katara tilted her head to the right. The kid in the picture seemed familiar... She lowered the cover and observed Aang taking off the chewing gum off the desk with his face of disgust, she pulled the DVD up, down, up, down; comparing the both. She noticed the similarities, the tattoos, the bald head, and the look of determination they both sported often.
Finally she shook her head to herself. "You're crazy, Katara..."
She tagged the DVD's discount price.