Just Talking A Walk (P, NK, Sokka/Zuko only)

The door creaked..Slowly....The door scraping upon the carpet on the 2nd floor of the rinky dink house. Oh zuko..When will you learn...Your too easy to track....Or should you blame the carpets? The carpets in the house left a imprint, for like a hour. Before they dissapeared. So Sokka walked..Silently, Crouched. Honestly..He wants to become a ninja, but he doesnt know how to sneak over these carpets? Sokka wasnt leaving any 'Prints' Much to his happiness, And upon entering zuko's room. He pulled the letter up. "Ya-Da Ya-Da walk walk walk, Cant sleep" Sokka would say. Going downstairs and throwing it in the trash. Honestly, Leaving letters. Sokka would creep open the front door. a small wolf would follow. along at sokka's feet. Now..where shall your walk lead you today? my burned rabbit..

Zuko should have heard the footsteps behind his as he walked along the sidewalk, but he didn't. His mind was in another place, and right now, he was really freaked out from his dream. Except, he couldn't write it off as a dream, because it happened. It really happened, only two months ago.

So he should have heard the foot steps, but he didn't. Suddenly, he felt like a giant rock had hit him in the back of the head. He whirled around and saw a man dressed in black with what looked like metal plated gloves on. Zuko pulled back his fist and knocked him right in the face as hard as he possibly could. The man crumpled to the ground, and Zuko moved him against a burned out sidewalk light. He didn't bother getting help; This thug was stupid, weak, and out cold. Oh well.

Zuko continued to walk along the dark road, the half moon serving as his only light source.

Sokka kept his natural stroll going on. watching zuko punch a thug out cold That punch was so weak. Honestly, These thugs think they can steal in villages of NINJA? Sokka would think to himself, walking behind zuko. or atleast in a far away location where he could still keep tabs on zuko. Honestly, Zuko your getting too easy to surpass

Zuko continued walking, though his pace was upped a little. He felt like he was being watched, and it was freaking him out even more. He wasn't trying to be sneaky; right now you would think he's an ordinary civilian. But still... It was creepy. Even the biggest stranger in the world would be able to tell he was freaked out and sad.

His mother's helpless face kept coming back to his mind, how he was unable to save her. He ran a finger rover his scar; The proof that he was helpless when they needed him most. He felt a burn at the back of his eyes, but he was to old for that. He wasn't some little crybaby-kid who needed their mom when they had a nightmare. But still, a single drop slid down, which he quickly wiped away.

Soon he realized how thirsty he was, and stopped for a moment. Looking around, he noticed the only place open was a local bar. He was only 16, but... He figured he could at least get some water. So he walked in the direction of the bar.

(OOC- Ok, so, it's cliche'. Buuut I did it anyway. So there.)

Oh bad boy zuko..Going to a bar? Mommy wouldnt be happy about thatWhich then led to a grin. Sokka stepped in the alley. Put on a mask and robe. and began following zuko. Right into the bar. and sitting at a table away from him. but in perfect range of his eyes.

Zuko stepped though the doors of the bar, the overwhelming smell of the alcohol wafting to him. he scrunched up his nose in disgust; He had never really liked bars. He walked over to the bar and sat in a stool. Soon the bartender was in front of him. "Age?" the gruff guy said. "16," Zuko said. The bartender laughed, "Kid, this is a bar. Not some lemonade stand. Get out." Zuko simple shook his head. "I just want some water, please," he said.

Apparently the freaked expression on Zuko's face and the fact he had only asked for water got through to the man, because in a second there was a cup of what appeared to be water in front of him. "Drink up, kid," the bartender said, a sly grin on his face.

Zuko took a gulp of the liquid and swallowed. But this.. wasn't water... It burned his throat, and he didn't like the taste at all. "*cough* Excuse me, sir. What is this?" he managed to gasp out. He bartender just chuckled and answered, "Tequila."

Zuko glared at the man and requested water again. This time, the bartended placed another glass of clear liquid in front of the young man. "Here, kid. You want the water? You got the water." Zuko smiled his thanks and drank the cup down to the bottom. This tasted and smelled right; He figured it must have been water. The bartender hid a sly grin.

However, little did Zuko know, that was their signature "Water" alcohol drink. alcohol that tasted and smelled like water, but a shot of it was ten times stronger then moonshine.

Zuko stumbled out of the bar after only five minutes after he arrived, and already he was fumbling around. What's wrong with me... I only drank a sip... He thought. Maybe it's jst the fumes...

Baka zuko...That was obviously a ploy. Sokka thought to himself as he left the bar. Ill have to deal with that untruthful bartender also..but later Sokka thought. popping his knuckles as he followed zuko...His steps making no sound. And upon stepping into a alley. he decided to have some fun. He peeked out, and gave zuko the biggest glare he could. and went back in the alley.

Zuko was too out of it by now to realize someone was watching him, let alone to know it was his brother who was glaring at him. He stumbled down the alley, using the wall for support. Soon he came to the end of the alleyway, and it opened into a training area. now completely out of it, Zuko decided to sit on a bench and see if he could light something on fire. He had always loved fire, and watching things burn. Maybe the steady flickering of the flames could take his mind off things, because the only thing the alcohol did was make him stupid.

Once seated on a bench, the accidently drunk teen grabbed a stick and pulled out a box of matches. He struck a match on the stone bench and lit the top of the branch, watching as the flames slowly traveled down the wood and near his hand. Suddenly, he got the coolest idea. The flames were so pretty... What if he tried to hold one?

Zuko laughed that laugh that drunken teens laugh when they are about to do something stupid. Zuko bent over and grabbed a ball of various highly flammable items and held them in his hand. He then took another match and tried to strike it.

Sokka stepped forward. and by the time zuko was about to light his hand. he was right at zuko's neck. He raised his fist. Slammed it forward. and attempted to hit him far..FAR away.