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Dorm Lobby, Sunday Evening

In the lobby is a big-ass banner that reads "WELCOME HOME TIME TRAVELLERS AND AWAY TEAMS AND WORLD SAVERS AND EVERYONE". And... that's more or less it.

On a table in the corner is punch and pie. JUST punch and pie, and the punch comes pre-spiked. There's also a box with a sign on it that says "NO PIE unless you deposit souvenirs here". Feel free to ignore it.

Sokka, after the TREMENDOUS effort involved in planning a shindig such as this, is sitting on the couch and rubbing his eyes, which are still dry and burning from earlier.

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Reno whistled in appreciation for the masterful drinking of the punch.

"I got no idea what a camel is, but that was impressive drinkin', yo."

"You don't wanna know. They have a hump, they spit, and they're stinky," she told him, then totally grinned. "It's good punch."

Amber helped herself to a second cup.

"Needs more booze," Reno mused, grabbing himself another cup. He hadn't been lying when he told Sokka he was planning to drink himself stupid tonight. "Should be more booze-with-punch-undertones, after the kinda week it's been. But hey, I'm done dealin' with statues, and you don't gotta put up with... camels? Anymore. So I'll take whatever goes into this bowl and drink it without complainin', today."

"Ma would be proud of me," she said and held up her cup before knocking back half its contents. "Ma's kinda a drinker and Loretta, well, she's just your average booze hound. She's a family friend," Amber explained, her tongue a little loose thanks to the alcohol. Being a light-weight is totally awesome.

"I think I'm goin' to enjoy my night. I've nothin' to complain about."

"Your nose is peelin," Reno observed, possibly simply for the joy of being observant while drunk. "But the punch is boozey and the booze is punchy and -- and am I the only one in this room who might never wanna blink again?"

Which made her reach up and scratch at it. "Damn desert sun is hotter than any other place on Earth, so help me," she snorted. "Do you know I've never been drunk before? And I think it safe to say that no, you're not."

"Oh, good. Because I'm not, like, a chickenshit or nothin', and those freaky things are gonna attack me in my nightmares for the rest of my freakin' life." He cringed a little at the thought. "You ain't never been drunk before? Really? Shit, girl, we gotta remedy that. Drink more punch, yo."

"Ah, god," she groaned, closing her eyes for a second before she opened them back wide. "I don't wanna have no nightmares." Amber took a big swallow. "Maybe I can drink enough and totally not care. Or find somethin' to sleep with..."

"Drinkin' enough helps. I got a load of experience with drinkin' enough," Reno agreed. "Sleep with th' bottle, wake up 'n have some more for breakfast, you'll never see freakin' angel eyes again. Except for when you do, but that totally doesn't count, because, you know. Drunk."

Okay, maybe the punch wasn't as weak as he'd been claiming it was.

Amber cocked her head, giving Reno a look like she might be a tad confused. It only made her get more punch. "I hear you though I've never had a bottle of anythin'. Ma would shoot me. She would be proud, then she would shoot me," she rectified with a nod.

Then she giggled.

"Daaamn, girl, one of these days, I'm gonna have to haul the whole lot of you lightweights I met in this joint down to Caritas and buy 'em each a bottle of whatever's sittin' closest to their barstool." He stuck out his tongue and laughed. "Name's Reno, by the way. Don't think I met yours, an' I'm thinkin' you don't wanna go by somethin' like 'camel.'"

"And would you be willin' to cart each of us home, too?" Amber grinned. "'Cause I'm thinkin' that's exactly what would happen did we each drink our own bottle of somethin'. I'm Amber Atkins, and no, I won't answer to camel you can be sure of that."

"Eh, it'd be worth makin' a few dozen trips just to see what happens when you give a bunch'a lightweights somethin' good to drink." Reno gave a thoughtful sort of nod. The sort of thoughtful nod that probably didn't actually have much thought behind it at all. "See, Amber, there comes a point in every guy's life where he's just gotta know these things, yoto."

Amber gave him a thoughtful look back. "Know what things?" She might be lost, or she just might be tipsy and not understanding him as well as she were if she were not drinking. Yo.

"What happens when you give a bunch'a lightweights somethin' good to drink," Reno answered easily, though it was unclear if he was being patient, or if he was actually too drunk himself to realize that he was repeating himself anymore.

"Ohhhh, yah, that," she nodded, then giggled. "It would probably be funny until someone got sick."

He considered that one for a moment. "The gettin' sick part ain't so great, yeah," he conceded. "Just means I gotta keep an eye out and figure out where the cutoffs are, yo. Little less drinkin' allowed when someone starts fallin' over, or whatever."

He'd have to let it continue until someone was falling, at least. Falling was amusing.

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