uuuuuughhhh!!! I'm soooooo sooorry I haven't updated in AGES! . And when I do update it's this poop. Well, I don't know, I feel like this one isn't my best: it doesn't seem very funny to me (well not ROFLMAO funny more like chuckle chuckle funny) so ya =/ I think some flames are in order (but not too hot! X[ ) So, I hope you can enjoy this but I still think I might come back and edit it later to be better. If you agree with me please leave me some suggestions!

Now that I'm done ranting: NOTICE: I've changed my pen name! To those of you who have been on the band wagon you should recognize the reference and to those who just got on WELCOME! :D (hands out cookies (::) ) I hope you are enjoying the stories! So without further ado…

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar the Last Airbender I only make the characters (coughSokkacough) do dumb things. Enjoy the sequel to The Bachelor Party!

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The Bachelorette Party

The day was young and for once the Watertribe woman was first to stir, a position held normally by her fiancée. Soft breathing next to her confirmed that she indeed was the only one awake in their icy abode. Smiling, the woman looked at the young man peacefully sleeping beside her. She chuckled. It was never easy for her to comprehend that this man had saved the world at the fresh age of 12, only proving the face that he was the most powerful being alive. When others would gush how lucky she was to be marrying Avatar Aang, she would politely smile in thanks while she tried to conceal her laughter. Sure, he was the all powerful and mighty Avatar… who drooled sometimes in his sleep and who readily jumped off of a mountain just to get some thrills.

After taking another moment to compose herself, the woman slowly rose from her bed, as to not wake her sleeping partner. She rushed quietly about to get ready, for she had another dress fitting today. Honestly, she didn't care if she walked down that aisle wearing rags, just as long as she walked down that aisle to that man. Besides, Aang thought she was beautiful no matter what, and his was the only opinion that mattered. But Ooooh nooo, Lady Katara simply could not get married without at least one diamond and a square foot of silk adorning her person. No, no, no, that wouldn't do at all. So three days a week Katara went to get her dress fitted for hours at a time before she continued on to make sure everything would go well on her big day. After giving the still-snoozing Avatar a quick peck on the lips, Katara made her way out to the tailor.

To say that getting her dress fitted was hell would be an understatement. The routine was always the same: the moment she stepped through the door, Katara would be stripped down to her undergarments, after which she would be herded to a room where all four walls were covered with their own mirror. And it was those mirrors that were the source to all of her problems. Those goddamn mirrors. She knew something about them must make her waist look much larger than it actually was because the women that fitted her dress insisted on squeezing the life out of her with her sash. Now, Katara knew she wasn't that large at all. Whenever she walked down the street, men would remind her how perfect her figure was. Therefore, Katara concluded that either those mirrors distorted her image, or that the women didn't have the best of eyesight. But Katara didn't very much like blaming people for any discomfort in her life so she chose to blame the obviously guilty inanimate objects around her. Honestly, though, she knew one of these days the women would pull too hard and she would be split into two halves. Damn the idiotic bastard who first believed women with ridiculously small waistlines were attractive. Perhaps she could persuade Aang to hunt him or her down in the Spirit World to give them a piece of her mind.

Once she was done suffocating, Mai and Suki would take over to instruct Katara on how to hide and use the 20-some knives that would be concealed under her dress. This (unnecessary) caution was for protection. Even thought the war had been over for a few years now, rebels were a very real threat and naturally, the Avatar's wedding would be considered a target. In case an attack were to happen and Katara's bend was to be disabled (Ty Lee couldn't be the only person who knew how to do that), she would still have a way to defend herself. Of course Katara didn't think that the knives would be necessary. The world's very best benders happened to be her very best friends (and family in Master Pakku's case) and would attend to the wedding. Not to mention the world's most elite security forces would be guarding every inch of the palace where the ceremony would take place. Only an insane idiot would try to assault herself and her fiancée. Aang, obviously, agreed with Katara, knowing that even if an attack were to take place, that she was perfectly able to defend herself. Plus, he had mentioned all of the weaponry would only be a hindrance on their… erm… wedding night. Sokka of course replied to that by saying if Aang ever said something like that again before the wedding, he would find use for the knives to ruin "the family jewels." Aang – being Aang – didn't understand what he meant of course, but he shut up anyway.

"There, we're done," Mai said with obvious relief after another four hours of fitting.

"Thank spirits. I honestly cannot wait for this whole thing to be over," Katara replied. After uttering a borderline-evil chuckle, Suki declared,

"Now, if you don't mind, Katara…" before quickly blindfolding the waterbender.

"Hey, what's the big idea?!" Katara shrieked frantically as her hands too were bound. She heard Mai and Suki laugh.

"Don't worry, Katara all will be reveal in due time," Suki spat out between giggles as they walked through the streets.

"Seriously, guys, Aang's going to be worried about me! I have no time to hogmonkeying around!" Katara hissed. Her captors only laughed harder. As they continued to walk, the trio passed two men provocatively dressed in leather.

"What the hell…?" Suki mouthed to the one brandishing an empty net. The man only smiled wider as he and his partner continued.

After walking for a few more minutes, they had come to the back door of a building, though Katara couldn't see it because she was still blindfolded. Once inside they building, Katara's vision was given back to her.

"SURPRISE!" She jumped at the sudden noise and light. There, in an obnoxiously pink room, were all of her very best gal pals, the wives of important political figures, and the entire population of women over 16 from both Watertribes. Balloons were everywhere, tables were overflowing with delicacies from every nation, and a large banner proclaimed "CONGRAGULATIONS, KATARA!" in girly characters. In a corner there was a fully stocked bar with a (very shirtless) bartender who was the only male in sight.

"Bu… Wha… W-what's all of this?!" Katara exclaimed, a smile creeping on her face.

"We wanted to throw you a surprise Bachelorette party, Sugar Queen, and whether you want to or not, you're sure as hell gonna enjoy it!" Toph said emerging from the crowd.

"Aw, thanks, guys, but really, this isn't necessary…" Katara protested.

"Necessary or not it doesn't matter. You're going to be married soon, and we wanted you to have one last fling as a single with your girlfriends!" Suki combated pushing Katara over to the bar.

"Well… I guess I could stay for a few hours. But what about Aang?" the waterbender decided.

"Oh, don't worry about him. The guys are throwing him a party around now-ish, though Sokka wouldn't tell us where. He'll be fine, though. Relax, have a drink! You're going to be a married wman in a matter of days!" replied the Kyoshi warrior.

Katara sighed before putting on a smile and turning to the (hot and shirtless) bartender.

"I'll have an apple-tini, please," she ordered before being rudely shoved aside by Toph.

"Psh, that's a pansy drink. She'll have the Quilted Fireball, Tong."

"The what?"

"It's like a combination of any dangerous liquor you can imagine, that is safe to blend, perfectly blended with a single Fire-Tongue Pepper seed. Awesome stuff, I tell ya'," Toph explained with a great smirk. The dark red drink slid over in front of Katara. Indeed, a small, blue seed sat at the bottom of the glass. And the drink didn't smell half bad. Cautiously, she lifted the drink to her lips.

"… so here's what I says to the guy, here's what I says, I says… you know I says what I says to guys like that you know? I says, 'Look, hon, I got all the life I need in my men, and my bo' can fill yer's with a whoopin' if ya' come on me like that,' I says," Katara drawled out. The similarly drunk women around her laughed obnoxiously. "Hey, where's my drink, hon?" Katara called out above the din.

"K't'ra no more drin's I's g'nna p-pee m'self!" Toph slurred as she laughed a hearty laugh. Only an hour had gone by and already the party had escalated to a point where everyone was just a swaying, moving mass of women, indistinguishable from one another. The drinks were only on their second round and the whole lot was already spiraling into drunken chaos.

"Alright, everybody, I'ma sing a song!" Suki cried climbing up on a table. A beat erupted, but wheather or not it was in Katara's head or not, she didn't know. "Suki-licious defi – " she didn't get any further as a laughing fit attacked her and she fell off the table into the sea of women.

After that, Katara made a point to become at least semi-sober to avoid humiliation such as Suki's. Soon after though… IT started… the pole dancing (A/N: sound familiar? ;] ) Here's how it went down…

After a final round of mirth, the crowd calmed down as one. A woman walked into the room. She had a very voluminous figure and her face looked as if a gallon of makeup had erupted on it. "Aaaalright, ladies, I hope everyone's enjoying themselves!" she said beaming. A roar of applause started up and died down a few moments after. "Of course, we're all here to celebrate the final single days of the lovely Lady Katara who is engaged to Avatar Aang! Congrats to ya' girl!" she continued. Another round of cheering started and said Lady grew very red at all of the eyes on her now. "And now for tonight's big event!" The woman clapped her hands and… her clones came through the door behind her pulling rack upon rack of glittering costumes. The women in the room squealed with glee, all except Katara, who had no clue what was going on. A rush of women attacked the racks and Mai thrust two slivers of blue silk at Katara.

"Try this, it will look perfect on you," she said before diving back into the frenzy. Looking down, Katara noticed that she was holding a very purposely-cut bra and panty set with little silver bells decorating its surface.

"Oh, that's proper pole dancing attire, dahling, proper indeed!" gushed one of the clones. Katara knew it had something to do with the alcohol in her system, but she didn't fell as embarrassed as she knew she should. Honestly, here she was standing in an outfit that should be illegal to wear (outside of the bedroom), getting ready to perform at a men's bar (as she had learned from one of the clones) And she kind of wanted to do one last truly reckless act before she was married so she didn't mind. Imagine!

"Alright, gals, everyone put on your masks! Shi Lin, you're up!" Head clone stated. Everything was quiet back stage. Obviously, not everyone was gong to perform, in reality only about 20 of the youngest women would be doing any pole dancing. Katara unanimously would go last and the first woman (the wife of a young and promising Earth Kingdom officer) had gone on stage. There were a few nervous giggles as the other women waited their turn. After a few minutes, Shi Lin returned looking very red behind her mask. But not with embarrassment – oh no – with pure rage.

"What's wrong?" Suki demanded anxiously.

"The men," Shi Lin hissed vehemently.

"WHAT!?" everyone asked in a loud whisper.

"OUR HUSBANDS. Every last one of them are out there… including one Avatar…" she continued. Everyone took three steps back from Katara, fearing she could erupt any moment. Indeed, she was turning purple and one could feel the rage eminating off of her.

"What. The. Fucking. Hell?!?!?!?" she seethed quietly though everyone covered their ears as if she had screamed.

"Well, Sokk – "

"Ah." One syllable. That was all she said. No, she wasn't mad at Aang. She knew it wasn't his fault. This one was all on her dear brother. Oh, there would be hell to pay.

So all of the women fumed quietly (and word had reached the other women in the back) while they waited for their turn. Finally, it was Katara's time. When she walked out on stage, she found Aang's face in the crowd. He was sitting in a chair on a raised platform, staring sourly off into space. But when the music started, he looked to see who was dancing. When his eyes grew large, his skin paled, and he sank as low as possible in his chair, Katara knew he was 100 percent innocent and that she would have to reward his good behavior. As she danced, she made a point to look at Aang not too often and to glare at Sokka from behind her mask whenever she got the chance. The song ended and the lights grew dark as she retreated back stage. All of the women were already unmasked. The fierce look on their faces reminded Katara of a race of superior, primeval warriors. Removing her own mask, Katara walked back out on stage, the warrior women following her.

They had arranged themselves in an intimidating and dangerous front, Katara first and foremost. With their arms crossed over their half-naked chests, the lights came on.

And how all of the men screamed.

Sokka began to wonder if looks really could kill, for the look he received from his sister alone was enough to make him cringe in physical pain. In a split second after seeing their wives, all of the men in the room cleared, save one very smug Avatar. Grinning, he walked over to the stage and held his arms up to Katara who slid gratefully into his embrace. After a quick yet passionate kiss Katara asked, "Shall I kill Sokka for you?" Aang chuckled evilly before replying,

"By all means, murder the whole lot."

People would remember the day for years to come when all of the men ran screaming through the streets like a flock of headless turduckens, being pursued by their wives who wore nothing but bedazzled panties and bras.

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Hehehe, done. So ya I don't think it was very good but please review and give me suggestions on how I should improve it. Please keep it T though mkay? ;] Thanks for reading!