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“I’ll be right back with some punch!” Sokka yelled to Katara over the sounds of the music. He turned to leave and was met with a body clashing into his. He fell to the ground with a thud.
“Oh shit, are you ok?” A voice said to him. Sokka looked up at the stranger. His gaze was met with the most striking golden colored eyes he had ever seen, and he was mesmerized. He had never seen such a color in someone’s eyes before.
The man that the eyes belonged to was extremely handsome. He had milky white skin and raven black hair, with small features and a tattoo under his left eye. His right eye was covered in a scar, which looked to be a burn mark. He was wearing a sweatshirt that identified him to be part of the Hou sorority. Sokka himself was part of the Shui sorority, and the Huo has some animosity towards the Shui. He hoped the stranger wouldn’t be viscous.
“Hey!” Sokka was brought out of his thoughts.
“What?” He muttered.
“I said, are you ok?” Sokka’s fear faded away at his gentle tone.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine thanks.” The stranger offered his skinny, pale hand. As Sokka took it, he noticed how hot the strangers hand was. Weird. Sokka let himself be pulled up by the surprisingly strong man.
“Oh shit! I got wine all over your shirt! I’m sorry man.” Sokka looked down. His shirt was covered with plum colored stains.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Dads gonna kill me!” Sokka tried to rub the stains out of his shirt but was stopped by a warm hand covering his. He looked up at the man.
“Sorry,” the stranger said as he pulled his hand away, looking away from Sokka awkwardly, “It’s just that rubbing it will make it worse. I can buy you a new one if you’re that upset about it.” Sokka sighed.
“No, you can’t.” The stranger looked back at him, a glare on his face.
“Are you calling me poor?”
Sokka blinked.
“No that’s not what i meant! It’s the shirt my dad wore when he met my mom for the first time. He leant it to me on the one condition that I don’t get anything on it.” The stranger looked at him with a blank face. Sokka groaned. He didn’t want to give away sensitive information to a stranger but he just didn’t get it. “My mother’s dead.”
The man looked away.
“Oh. I’m sorry. Is there anything i could do that could possibly make up for your impending doom?”
Sokka thought for a moment.
“I think there’s something you could do.” The man looked back to him. Sokka returned his worried look with a smirk.