Suki

“You come here often?”

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“So.. You expecting someone?”

“Do you need a place to stay for tonight?”

“I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.”

“Do you want to dance with me?”

“Look at us… we are basically a couple already.”

“I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”

“Are you single? Just asking.”

“You’re the most beautiful person I have ever encountered.”

“What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?”

“I love the way you’re dressed.”

“Do I have any chances with you?”

“Do you have anything better to do later?”

“Can I get your phone number?”

“You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type.”

“I can do whatever you want, babe.”

“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”

“I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.”

“You should be a model.”

“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you.”

“That won’t work. Try again.”

“Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”

“I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I thought you were taken.”

“So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?”

“Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?”

Her hand reached out to accept hers, as Azula pulled Suki closer. Though they had by no means become friends, an uneasy relationship had developed between the two, certainly not extending to trust but at the very least an understanding that neither would harm the other.

So she moved with her to the sound of the music. Reaching forward with the other woman’s right hand clasped in her left, she attempted to guide her through what she remembered of the steps. Left foot forward, then diagonally or was it supposed to be her right?

Her concentration on her footwork was reflected on her face, and inadvertently she began to frown. There were a few missteps, a few times her foot almost came crashing down on the toe of the other girl.but when the song ended and the two separated, Azula was a little glad that it ended before she could make too great a mistake.

"Azula..." Suki smiled at the princess. There was something humane about her tonight, something genuine and tangible that made it seem as if the war, as if her defeat and incarceration, were a distant fever dream. Azula had become, in these few short weeks, someone Suki would gladly fight for... Within reason.

As a princess, Suki thought Azula would be more skill in things like dancing, or maybe the Fire Nation didn't allow for it's royals to truly immerse themselves in dance? "Here." She reached out to grab hold of the other's hands again.

[Barbara Streisand]

They came out of no where, three boys dressed the same in matching black tuxedos all held cameras in their hands. Doors kicked open by the men as they kneeled on the floor. Lens pointed the door way barraging it with flashes. When the flashes subsided, passing under the threshold was a trio. 

In the center was a young man in black shoes, shirt, and pants, clad in a light blue vest with matching glasses. Over them were black sunglasses. Yes he was wearing sunglasses over eyeglasses. To his left a young woman in green. The end of her dress hanged low nearly sweeping onto the floor. Her verdant earrings shone bright.To his right was another young woman, dressed top to bottom in pink, hair tied into a braid and adorned with flowers. They both holding onto the crook of his arm. Each step matching with uniformed precision. 

As they entered, photography began again as the Zackarazzis matched their pace. Taking pictures of the three.

“Waddup Midsummer Ball. We have arrived.”

The whole ordeal was really more than Suki was used to. Life of Kyoshi was relatively simple, with parties and festival days marked with less than formal celebration. Still, it wasn't as if Suki wasn't enjoying herself, it was nice to be out of make up and uniform for a while and just enjoy herself. This whole entrance, however, may have been a little bit over the top yet Suki couldn't stop smiling, her laughter almost tumbling out with each flash of a camara, each new pair of eyes they attracted, or even with every step she took.

Zack definitely looked like he was enjoying himself, and she wondered if he did this with other girls and events; She wondered if Ty Lee was enjoying herself just as much, but knowing the Fire Nation noble, she felt confident that she was. With practiced grace found only on the battle field, Suki posed for the - at the word, she giggled - Zackarazzi and even blew one of them a playful kiss and wink combo.