"Oh sweet spirits my mother is going to kill me." Tenzin groaned.
"Yeah, 'sweet spirits' is what got us into this in the first place." Lin retorted, rubbing her temples against a nasty hangover.
"Your mother is going to kill me."
"Not if Katara already has."
"Could you be serious for five minutes, Lin? We need to figure out how much we ended up destroying!" He flinched at the booming of his own voice.
They were supposed to be celebrating Kya's wedding. It was supposed to be a quiet gathering of family and friends. There wasn't supposed to be any alcohol.
But Lin was bored and Tenzin was awkward. Neither was a big fan of parties, and Lin somehow talked Uncle Sokka out of a bottle of his favorite sake. They were only going to have a few drinks. Something to get Tenzin dancing.
Lin was too drunk to remember which of them suggested they leave the reception. Once they did, they acquired one of those newfangled Satomobiles (she was beginning to suspect that it was Bumi's, which would not make him happy since it was now at the bottom of the bay) and went for a little drive. Somehow, she drove sort of okay, or at least okay enough not to get them killed.
From there, they somehow ended up crashing another wedding where they mysteriously acquired a goatpig. Or, at least, this was Tenzin's theory on how they acquired the goatpig.
Things were fuzzy at best from there. They danced a lot. They might have made out. They weren't naked, thankfully, but Tenzin was wearing a dress and she did have on a traditional Water Tribe headdress. And they were soaking wet (probably from the Satomobile-in-the-ocean incident) and on top of Police Headquarters.
"Can we make a deal?" Tenzin asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Sure, so long as it involves you finding men's clothing to wear."
"No more sake. Ever again."