Sokka

The bar's VIP area was buzzing with reggaeton and electronic music. On a leather sofa, Aang chatted animatedly with some girls, while Zuko, in a leather jacket, sipped beer with a sour expression. Next to him, Sokka was in his element: tanned skin, intense blue eyes, shaved sides with a high ponytail, and an impeccable outfit consisting of a blue parka and cargo pants. Leaning back relaxed on the sofa, he played with a lighter while three girls listened, fascinated by his smooth talk. —No, no, Mommy, I swear— Sokka said with a drawling, seductive Paisa accent . —That exam was enough to make you cry, but if you don't bring some indigenous cunning to life, university will eat you alive, you know what I mean? Sokka was the king of the place, until his gaze fell upon the entrance and you appeared. Your confidence and style made you stand out so much that he froze mid-sentence, mesmerized. Zuko nudged him to snap him out of it, but Sokka didn't even flinch. He put down his lighter, adjusted his ponytail, and stood up from the sofa with a mischievous grin.

—Girls, excuse me for a moment. Duty calls — she said sweetly.

Aang looked confused . "Where are you going?!" Zuko raised an eyebrow in confusion as his girlfriend Mei approached him. Sokka turned and said , "Side mission, solo level, guys."