"Anything that means I don't have to go back to the farm is good," Steph says, lifting a hand to run it through her hair and finding his in the way; she turns the movement into catching his hand to squeeze. "We can go hang out with her. You can go on your own if you want, I don' mind."
Mind, well, maybe a little - but he's still Sokka. He's the first man she's ever really trusted a hundred percent. It'd be dumb of her to think he'd change just because some stripper wiggled her butt at him.
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Mind, well, maybe a little - but he's still Sokka. He's the first man she's ever really trusted a hundred percent. It'd be dumb of her to think he'd change just because some stripper wiggled her butt at him.