Author's Note: Okay, Some of the transitions between chapters will be really weird, because I originally wrote this as one big chapter before I decided to break it down, so I apologize for the rough tranisitions, I just broke them up at each best stopping point I could fine. I still don't own anything except for the plot of the fic. Enjoy and review! =)

Suki reappeared at the bar. "Katara! Come dance with me!" And she pulled Katara down and away from Zuko onto the dance floor. The duo danced to the beat of the random piece of pop culture filling the room. Not long after being pulled out to accompany Suki, Katara felt the body of a stranger brush up beside her.

"I'm Jet," he blatantly stated, into her ear as Kat giggled in a giddy way before introducing herself.

"Really, I thought you were beautiful." Katara blushed at the corny pick up line. "Dance with me." The stranger commanded and Katara obeyed, unaware of the countless pairs of eyes that focused in on her and her momentary partner. The song ended, leaving both teens sweating and breathing heavily.

"C'mon, you look thirsty. I'll get you a drink, alright," Jet suggested, draping an arm around the girl's nearly bare shoulders. Smiling, she replied in the positive. Katara's slightly clouded cerulean eyes took in his dark skinnies and pinkish halfway buttoned oxford. Oh yeah, this Jet guy was definitely cute, she thought to herself, and he knew it too. He ushered Katara over to a seat on the far right side of the bar before buying her the previously promised drink.

"Here you go babe," he said, mischievous yet oh-so-charming grin in place. Unbeknownst to the already intoxicated girl, the rave-veteran had quickly slipped two small tablets of ecstasy in her jack-sprite-Hawaiian punch on rocks. She took the drink and didn't protest when he wrapped his hands around her slim waist and pulled her into his lap. She giggled and nearly spilled the fresh drink before setting it down on the bar, after she'd taken a sip. "You wouldn't believe how beautiful you are in this lighting," the newly familiar stranger breathed into her ear. Katara blushed again and he pressed his lips to hers, his hands running up and down her form.

The hole in the wall was slightly busier than usual, hence June had asked her former coworker to help her out with the bartending. He was mixing a cup of "blood" for this more than likely underage boy when he noticed Katara being groped by some guy over at the far end. The sight made his blood boil as he tried to suppress the urge to rip out the offender's fast beating heart. The scarred eighteen year old slid the boy his drink (and pocketed the suspiciously generous tip) before hurrying over to the two. He leaned over the bar, threateningly close to the bold boy's face, voice dry, he interrupted this new adversary.

Jet unlocked his mouth from Katara's, annoyed by the interruption. "Um, hey. Can I help you?"

"Get your hands off of her. Now." The venomous ice in Zuko's voice would have scared any sober person shitless. But not Jet.

"She doesn't seem to mind," he retorted, "besides, no need to be all jealous like, how 'bout I go rent out a room for the night. I'm not so selfish that I won't share the spoils with a guy as good lookin' as you." Outraged, Zuko leapt over the bar, landing lithely on his feet in front of the brazen teen. This guy had some nerve, who did he think he was? He's not that good looking, well, maybe in some other situation Zuko would like to see what could happen, but not now. Now, this guy was some hotshot threat that Zuko needed to dispose of. Zuko grabbed Katara's arms, gently, but forceful, and started to pull her away from the predator. But the boy just held her tighter, his arms wrapped around her midriff and upper torso.

"She has a boyfriend. Now, hands off," Zuko hissed through his teeth, trying not to turn this into something more ugly than it already was.

"Oh yeah, who? You," he asked challengingly. Zuko felt that pain stab at his chest again. No, but he wished it was.

"No," he replied bitterly, "I'm her step-brother," he knew that family as close as that would be more likely to be able to ward off such a guy and besides that, he couldn't have claimed Sokka's place because he was pretty sure that the guy would have just thought he was lying, even in the odd lighting the two could never pass as relatives. "And the manager is my cousin," he gestured to June where she was presently taking care of two other muscular problems. "Get away from her or else you're out." The two shared a long, intense stare before Jet finally slipped Katara off of him. He got off the stool and gave the universal "one second" signal with his finger to Zuko when he gave Katara a last quick but full kiss. Indignantly, Zuko noticed that on top of that he gave Katara's ass a good smack before drifting off to go find some other poor girl.

"Katara, what were you thinking?" Zuko asked, exasperated, as he attempted to discipline her.

"Aw, Zuko, you're no fun," she pouted as she stumbled forward. Zuko caught her before she fell flat on her face. Those big blue eyes of hers looked into his own amber pair. "Zuko, you're kinda pretty," she mumbled , leaning against him. He sighed. She doesn't know what she's saying. He sat her back upon the barstool and thought about what to do, trying to respond to his duties of the night.

Protect Katara. She needs water. Where's Suki? We need to get her home, ASAP. She's so beautiful. She has a boyfriend. She even smells nice when she's drunk. Katara is off limits. It's not like she'd remember anything. That would just make it worse! Zuko tried to figure out what to do as he argued with his self in his head. Thankfully, Suki reappeared about that time."She's totally wasted, we have to get her home," Zuko explained.

"What, I can't really hear you!" Suki shouted over the song. The drunken Katara swaggered over to the redhead. "C'mon girl," the oblivious Suki said, "let's get back on the dance floor!" Zuko couldn't resist a face palm as the two left again. Naturally he followed them, exasperated at the whole situation. Dammit, where'd they go? He thought to himself after already losing site of them. Suddenly he saw a young man appear in front of him, blocking his already obscured view. Zuko recognized him as the minor with the big tip.

"Hello, I am Haru," he said in some thick accent. Great, what does this guy want? This is the last thing I need right now, Zuko thought to himself, exasperated to no end. "May I ask what is your name?"

"Uh, Zuko, look, I don't have time to talk right now. I'm looking for someone."

"Then, I'll help you look," Haru said in an overeager way. What's with this guy?

"No really- I just need to find my friend."

"Well then let's go!" Haru linked his arm in Zuko's and took off skipping in some random direction. "What is this friend's name?"

"Uh, Katara. Will you let go?"

"No, I help you look! Then you can have time to spend with me!" Zuko pulled away from the weird teenager.

"I'll just catch up with you later, okay?"

"If you insist. I will see you again."

"Uh, right. Bye." Zuko grabbed a random amiable looking stranger and shoved him in front of Haru. "Here, talk to him," and he dashed off to look for Katara.