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[alwaysroomforhope]

"Troublemakers ... scarin' the life outta folks ... just getting your jollies, never think about the folk under you ... suppose you think that was fun... bloody teenagers..."

The desk sergeant looks angry and irritable, scowling at them and muttering as he pushes papers around.

"Wasting police time ... resources ... cells for a night's the least of what you deserve, your parents oughta have taught you better..."



Steph is still finding it nearly impossible not to giggle. Especially when she glances at Sokka beside her, streaked with gravel and hair spiky from the wind, and remembers the looks on the people's faces.

"You damn kids don't even know the trouble you're in," the sergeant grumps, standing up finally with a notepad. "All right, give me your names."

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[alwaysroomforhope]

"No, we don't," Steph says earnestly, swinging his door open. "And we're really sorry to imply things and everything. C'mon, let's blow this joint!"

FIGHTING IS BAD and might make Sokka frown again and she disapproves strongly of frowning Sokkas!

"I say we just march out and blow him kisses. And then run. Yes?"

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Bill gets another glance, this time without the grin - and the snide comments. Just a nod to go with Steph's words.

Until she suggests kisses anyway. Then he's just snorting at her.

"How about you blow kisses? I'll just wave."

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"I don't wanna blow kisses if I'm the only one blowing kisses," Steph complains, but she's giggling again. "I bet he'd have a heart attack if you did. Go on, you know you wanna."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka considers the possible expression on the sergeant's face, were he to blow him a kiss.

And giggles chuckles.

"Well, maybe."