This is part dues of Post-a-palooza! This is Katara's mini adventure, please excuse her potty mouth...

Thanks to kthao65, Sonic47, Purple-Penned PenDragon, and gutairfreak888 for reviewing chapter 6+7

Now that the boring stuff is over, let the fanfiction begins!

Katara's POV

I don't see why Toph complains so much. She had such a nice house, cool gadgets, a fully staffed and stocked kitchen, and all she does is whine and complain about being here most of her waking hours. I guess her parents must be really awful, but the way they are mingling with everybody, I'm doubting that...

Where's the punch bowl? I'm really thirsty, stupid me and forgetting a water bottle. I mena I always pack—

"OOf." I smack loudly into a body, who was wearing something along the lines of a Jedi costume, which is sooooooo 1975. ( A/N: not really my brother is going as Obi-wan Kenobi and I think he looks cute...)

"Watch where you are going, will ya!" The guy walks past and flips me off, going off in the crowd. Oh NO HE DIDN'T...

"Excuse me , sir, what the hack was that for? Flipping me off? How immature..." Turns around and drags me toward the nearest alcove in the room, barely big enough for the both of us to stand out of the crowd's way . He has really dark black hair, gold eyes, and a huge scar all around his left eye and going all the way to his ear. His fake pada-wan braid hides the rest if there is anymore...

"Quit staring at my scar." His voice is quite gruff but has a nice way of rolling of his tongue.. . GAH, what am I saying

"I wasn't staring, I was merely taking in your facial features."

"No you were staring, there's no denying it. No sugar pie, remember to stay outta my way and nobody gets hurt. Got it?" He smiles, ready to go and find his friends.

No I don't "got it", you can't just go flipping the birdie whenever you want!" I yell in his face, emphasizing each word.

"I can and I will, see?" he flips me off again. "Now go along and gossip to your little posy that you had the privilege of talking o me." He saunters of in a strange way to annoy me, but my spirit isn't bruised. He actually led me to the punch bowl. I grab the little cup almost overflowing with dark red liquid and I chug it down in an almost horrid fashion. I grab at least two more cups before I'm ready to leave, I really should have brought that water bottle, it's like I can't be without water at all...

And as soon I'm ready got for get mystery Jedi guy, we walks right into me with two cups of punch. They hit my skirt, and it looks as if my period came a little too early. My cheeks erupt in a rosy flame and there is nothing stopping me from tearing is Jedi head of his Jedi shoulders. His face has a hint of color on it and it looks as if his shirt is ruined too. I grab his wrist and lead him what was marked as the bathroom. It was not bathroom, it was a bathhouse! The ceilings raised two floors, the marble looked magical and we were both dripping red punch all over it. I lead him over to the sink and grab the stain stick from my bag, which I never leave home without it and start scrubbing.

"Whoa what are you doing?" he literally jumps feet back from me.

"I'm getting the stain out of your shirt, you should be thanking me." I say and try again in vain to get the stain on his shirt to come out. He jumps back again and he hits the door. The door knob is lodged out of the door and falls on the marble with a thud.

"oh, hell no. Now we are stuck." He says, backing away from the door.

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Ooh. Miss goody two shoes actually swore. Call the local media." He chuckles darkly and sits down on the bath tub

"Oh shut it. I've sworn before, just not recently." I'm not gonna let some F**ked up (A/N: ooh she really swore!) Jedi treat me this way.

" Of all the people to be stuck in a room with, I'd rather be with the skeleton next to the front door, he was way quieter than you." He smiles, he knows I'm annoyed.

" alright Jedi dumb-ass, we need to get out of here. The door is out of the question and the windows are too high to get at. Phones?" I whip out my blue Motorola razor, and watch the thing shut off from low battery. "NONO NO! don't –aaggghhh!"

"Did your phone die? Hahaha, sorry , sugar, I left mine at home, with all the kids running around."

" oh so you're a high schooler? How's you score an invitation? Your bro or sis in eighth grade?" I knew he seemed too old to be here...

"No, I'm a family friend, let's put it that way."

"Oh, me too I'm a freshman at the local high school."

" yeah my bitch of a father is sending me there, more or less "banishing" me from his prized academy. He's the head master at St. Hotrocks, the fancy private school in the hills." Mystery man says, his "oh so cool" façade slipping the slightest .

"What grade?"

"Sophomore."

"My brother in that grade maybe you'll have classes together." Maybe this guy wasn't so bad...

" Anybody in there?" A girl's voice sounds from the door, along with loud banging.

"TOPPPPPHHHHHH!" we both shout as the girl opens the door and is bombarded by the both of us.

"Sparky! There you are! Gimme a hug!" Toph yells over the music and hugs the Jedi.

"oh this is Zuko, Sugar queen, but I'm guessing you guys got to know each other in the bathroom, sorry that door knob needs to be fixed, my parents keep forgetting." Toph smiles and goes on talking with Zuko. I go off to find somebody I recognize but I fail miserably, but I do keep on seeing Toph and Zuko walking around and talking, he was throwing smirks my way every chance he gets.

Jerk. I hate him.

*HAPPY HALLOWEEN!*

Hope this tides you over till I can finish "Halloween part 2". Thanks for all the support! And for not forgetting me!

Lots o' love,

PFB!