Flashing Lights

Pretty girl...?

Where to begin, huh?

Zuko truly wasn't sure how he found himself in this type of scenario, really, if you told him a year ago he'd be in the middle of one of the most popular clubs in the city grinding on the backside of a guy he met less than 30 minutes ago, he would probably tell you to fuck off and be serious.

But seriously, how did he get here? Well, it started 2 weeks into his second year of college. Living on his own for the first time really hadn't changed too much for his routine, it was the new friends he made that changed his whole world.

Aang and his group of interesting individuals, at first they really didn't like Zuko very much (which was understandable he was a huge prick freshman year). But eventually they started hanging out and suddenly he was an official part of the group. It was nice having real friends for the first time in.. well forever.

Aang was kind, Katara was passionate, Toph was headstrong, and Sokka was cute. Really fucking cute. Sokka was a whole lot of things actually, Funny, intelligent, resourceful, lovable, charming, charismatic, loyal, caring, sincere, and hot. Super hot. And perhaps Zuko felt a bit different for him than he did for anyone else in the group.

But he really didn't have time for romance, especially with someone who surely didn't like him back. Zuko didn't even know if Sokka swung that way or not; with how much he talks about the girls that are into him, probably not.

But his homosexuality aside, he decided early this year that he needed to get out more if he wanted to even stand a chance in Sokka's dating pool. So after talking it over with Katara, he came to the conclusion that exposure therapy was the best way to improve his social meter.

Zuko didn't mean to start with a club but every other social event seemed too loser-ish. From what he's seen in romcom movies he could blend into the background of a club environment, get a little buzzed, and hopefully hit it off with a friendly stranger. And, at first, that's what happened until he wandered off looking for a bathroom to cool down in.

Drink in hand, he was walking towards a sign that had the universal 'male' and 'female' symbols on it; confident in the faith that it would lead to a bathroom because what else would it lead to, right?

Wrong, very wrong. He found himself in other room of the club, this one also filled with music and the smell of booze. The only difference about the room was the increased amount of people in revealing outfits feeling up each other. So definitely not a bathroom.

His cheeks burned with embarrassment seeing so much skin to skin in a public place, and it only got worse seeing someone from a few feet across the room staring him down.

She was just staring at him, no malice or sexual nature present though, just a blank slightly shocked stare. When the mysterious stranger realized Zuko was staring back. She suddenly started sauntering over wiping her shocked expression off her face.

Wait.. She...?

Zuko thought giving them a quick and not so subtle look up and down. They were wearing a white Cheongsam style dress, two slits cutting up the sides revealing the meat of their thighs. The tight fabric hugged their hips, waist, and broad chest.

They had a sturdy but generous form, the silts in the dress providing him with a good view of the way their thighs spilled over the long black thigh highs underneath the dress.

"Staring is real rude, y'know?"

A smooth and elegantly masculine voice left their painted lips. A glossy translucent red that was leaving Zuko's head spinning.