AN: Today we're gonna do something a little different. I got a request for a little Gaang cactus juice action (apparently getting the characters of ATLA and TLOK drunk is the best way to have a good time; I can't say I disagree). So I'll be posting that here because I'm too lazy to give it its own one shot piece. Also because I need to post something today and this is what I felt like working on.

Also, let me just say, this was SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. I can't even.

Gah, sorry. I forgot to add that I'll be on hiatus until Friday. I'm going to visit my grandmother who lives in the Great Land without Internet, so I won't be posting again until Friday or Saturday. Sorry guys. :(

Requested by Animefreak99-06

drunk Gaang

Aang really couldn't understand how it had escalated so quickly. He could've sworn he hadn't had that much to drink. But he'd already lost a large chunk of time and he found himself drooling on the floor of their house in Ba Sing Se. Katara was mumbling something unintelligible where she lay draped over his lap. Distantly he heard Sokka's distinct cackling laugh. He was pretty sure he could hear some sort of dying animal in the corner too.

He sat up, a hand pressed to his bald head. "What happened?"

Katara looked up at him through angry bloodshot eyes. She held a bottle of cactus juice but it appeared to be incredibly empty. Had she drained it herself? "Oh, like you don't know." She held the empty bottle aloft savagely, shoving it in his face. "You drank all of it! All the cactus juice. Selfish Avatar. I just..." Her eyes began to well up. "I just wanted some more, Aang. You TRAITOR." She curled the bottle into her chest and cradled it like a child.

Aang was pretty sure he didn't drink that entire bottle of cactus juice himself. In fact, his memories were flooding back. And he was pretty sure that Katara had hit him over the head with it for trying to take it away from her. He really hadn't been drinking that much.

"No, I mean, where did everybody go?" Aang shook his head and glanced around the room. It was in shambles. The rest of their group was nowhere to be seen, though there did seem to be a suspicious form in the corner. It might've been Momo.

Katara breathed a sigh, melting in his lap. She seemed to forget the empty bottle. Her hands instead found the tie of his robes with interest, starting to pull at them haphazardly. "Mmmdunno." She mumbled. Aang caught her hands and placed them back in her own lap. She pouted, but didn't object further.

Aang peered into the darkness at the form in the corner. It couldn't be Momo. Much too big. He took in the broad shoulders, the dark unkempt hair-"Zuko?" Aang called. The whimpering stopped and the elder boy turned. His eyes were absurdly bloodshot, tears and other bodily fluids ran down his face. His lip quivered and he let out a strangled cry.

"I have to get my honor back, Aang!" He shouted pathetically, burying his face in his hands. Aang rolled his eyes and pulled his legs from under Katara. She protested lightly, but seemed to forget the injustice rather quickly. She curled up on the floor and began to snore.

"You got your honor back, Zuko." Aang muttered dryly, getting up and moving to the hallway to search for the rest of their friends. He could hear Sokka's laughter. He wasn't quite as sober as he thought he was because he stumbled on the way down. He came upon a bedroom and opened the door, searching.

Sitting on the bed were two figures. He couldn't make them out in the darkness. He sparked a flame in his hands and was greeted with the sight of Mai and Suki... Well, they were... Well, it was surprising to say the least.

The two broke apart at the light, their glazed eyes taking in the sight of each other before even beginning to consider looking at Aang. Shock and horror blossomed across their faces. "You're not Sokka!" Suki exclaimed, nearly falling off the edge of the bed.

"No really! You're not exactly Zuko either, now are you." Mai shot back viciously, standing and taking a few measured steps away from the brunette.

Aang blinked at the sight before letting a sheepish smile spread across his lips. "Well, this is awkward. I'll be going now." He declared, promptly shutting the door behind him.

Through the door, however, he did hear one last thing. "You're just lucky you're not a bad kisser or else you'd be so dead right now."

Aang tried to wash the mental images from his brain. He wasn't particularly successful. He decided, then, that it was probably best to call out for his companions instead of intruding on them, should anymore unfortunate incidents like the previous occur.

Unfortunately he didn't have much say in the matter.

"Sokka! Toph!" He called through the house, using his hand to light the way. He heard Sokka's familiar laugh and followed the sound. "Sokka!" Another laugh, louder and more manic this time. "Sokka, where are you?"

In answer, the water tribe boy burst from a bedroom at the end of the hallway, cackling and waving his arms frantically. On his shoulder Momo was perched, screeching loud enough to wake the entire city of Ba Sing Se. These were not, however, the most alarming things about Sokka's appearance. No, rather, it was his distinct lack of clothing that was most appalling.

The elder boy rushed past Aang, laughing and streaking through the hallway and into the living room. Aang followed (against his better judgement) and groaned as he watched Sokka circle the living room stark naked.

To Aang's immense horror there was a knock at the door. "What now?" He groaned and pressed a hand to his face. He went to the door, opening it only so much as to reveal his face (and not the streaking warrior still crying with glee behind him).

He didn't things could get any worse. He was wrong.

On his doorstep stood two members of the Ba Sing Se police force. Their stone gloves seemed to be struggling to maintain control on the small blind woman who was giggling madly and struggling to stay on her feet. Toph's smile was crooked and she was covered in dirt and mud. The officers released her and let her wander into the house beyond Aang. "She has a court hearing tomorrow morning." One of them stated dryly. The officers looked like they'd been through the ringer.

"For what?" Aang asked, appalled.

"Destruction of property."