October 10th, 2012

sandman | lock the universe behind me

fic: appletinis (or, zuko and toph make bad decisions)

Title: Appletinis (or, Zuko and Toph Make Bad Decisions)
Author: andromeda3116/cupid-painted-blind
Rating: T+ for cursing, drunkenness
Characters/Pairings: Zuko, Toph, walk-in from Katara. Hints towards Zuko/Katara, ambiguously implied past/occasionally-present-tense Zuko/Toph if you want it. I want it
Summary: If Uncle Iroh was the angel on Zuko’s right shoulder, Toph Bei Fong was the devil on his left. Takes place in my Madcap Mafia AU!Verse.
A/N: I really just want Toph and Zuko to be bitchy best friends.
There was a new bartender at the Shirxiu’s Nest, and either she was really new and had no idea how to make a drink right or she was a stone-cold alcoholic, because Zuko’s screwdriver was more like a Molotov cocktail.

It was, he decided after the first drink, the closest thing to love he would ever experience.

He didn’t have a particularly good reason to be drinking the night away except that he didn’t have a particularly good reason not to drink the night away, and although Uncle Iroh had a standing offer for Zuko to come over and “shoot the breeze,” Zuko rather felt like he would be better off spending his weekends with people who didn’t think that “shoot the breeze” was a current phrase. The more time he spent around Uncle Iroh, he had found, the more he started to sound like a half-batty sixty-something, and at twenty-eight, he was no longer young enough to find it ironically cool and still not old enough to get away with it.

About thirty seconds after he ordered his second drink, carefully explaining to the new girl that she had made the first one absolutely perfect and if she kept this up, he’d leave her the biggest tip she’d ever get, a large messenger bag crashed into his lap and nearly took him to the floor. He didn't look up.

“Long time, no see,” Zuko said evenly, struggling back into a sitting position.

“You’re not funny.”

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