Disclaimer: All characters present in this fic, and most of the characters present in the rest of the fic, do not belong to me. Just making sure you realize this.

Authors Note: just a little dabble/one-shot series featuring the banish prince himself, the traitor to the Fire Nation, the Dragoneye, the fugitive of his own home, the refugee formally known as Lee, the hotess Fire Lord in over a hundred years… Zuko!

This one takes place after the incident with Bato and nuns.

"This is your fault," Zuko growled into his cup of whiskey sour before him. His calloused hands were clinched tight as he glared daggers at the woman on the other side of the dingy table.

"Really now pouty," Jun smirked wickedly, "how is this, my fault?" She brought her own whiskey to her lips and downed it in a gulp. Narrowing her dark eyes back at the prince before her, she challenged him to further put the blame on her.

"Your Shirshu got out smarted by perfume, than ran off" Zuko chuckled darkly. "So much for being a master hunter."

"Are you trying to get on my bad side?" Jun leaned back in her chair smirking.

"Just saying." The banished prince muttered. He adverted his eyes from the table the two were sitting at and watched as his Uncle flirted shamelessly with a random female bar tender that looked like her relationship with personal hygiene wasn't that good. A groan escaped his lips at the situation he was placed in.

Here he was stuck in a lowly bar, a few miles from that nunnery, with Jun, his left leg still paralyzed, while he waited for his Uncle to finish flirty with the hussy so that he could get back on his ship and they could try and re-find the Avatar, who was probably long gone by now. On top of all this, the gaping hole in his boat caused by Jun herself was most likely not fixed yet, and he was stuck sitting with the grouchy bounty hunter, who was in a similar stuck situation until her Shirshu managed to find her again.

"If it's anyone's fault," Jun lifted her gaze in an evident challenge, "it's yours."

"And how do you figure that?" Zuko raised his one remaining eyebrow at the females challenge. Turning his attention back to the girl, Zuko tried to drive out the drunken chorus his Uncle had managed to spring up out of a bunch of dirty drunk men.

"You need to find uglier girlfriends," the wicked gleam came back into Jun's eyes, "because that one was way to pretty for you. No wonder she ran off, you're fighting outside your league here."

"She's not my girlfriend!" he slammed his fist onto the table. He could feel his blood alcohol levels getting all confused and unleveled as he took enough swing out of the large mug before him. "She wasn't even the person I was trying to find. She just happened to be traveling with the stupid bald monk!"

"Then why was it," Jun leaned her weight on the table, "that when we found her, there was no bald monk?"

"The Avatar showed up! They probably had gotten separated," Zuko shrugged wondering himself why the two Water Tribers had not been with their precious Avatar when he found them. He didn't let his mind wander on that thought for two long though before he jumped back onto his ranting band wagon with Jun's next statement.

"She's still way too pretty for you."

"No she isn't!" Zuko yelled back, mentally cursing himself for sounding like a child with that line. His attempt to better the situation proved fruitless, as he defensively dug himself into a deeper hole. He chugged the remains of his third mug of whiskey before continuing. "She's not even that pretty. She's just a Water Tribe peasant. She's just not pretty. I mean, her eyes are way too big for her head and look like they might pop out any moment, and that stupid braid of hers is just so stupid the way it just hangs there, and her stupid water. I mean seriously! Who would like her? What with those baby blue eyes, and that mocha colored skin, and that voice that's just so soft and light…" Zuko trailed off momentarily as his drunken mind failed to understand the inner thoughts he didn't even know he had being formed into words. "She's just so stubborn and proud, and strong, and brave, and… she's way too pretty for me."

Jun couldn't stop the tipsy giggle from leaving her lips. Even with her drinking tolerance, seeing the princes' drunken love ramblings was too much for her.

"I'm drunk aren't I?" Zuko nodded his head in answer to his own question. Heavy eyelids closed slowly as the prince realized he could no longer hear his Uncle's loud off key singing behind them.

"You are such a light weight pouty."

His mind had been too foggy that night to comprehend the stinging sensation his body was going through. But he would feel it when he woke up the next morning with Jun's name tattooed on his shoulder in bright red ink.

-oOo-

Leaving Zuko and Jun paralyzed and stranded together, with just flirty Uncle Iroh to save them, was like a God given gift to the fandom. I assure you, drunken Zuko and Jun nights won't end here.

Just a quick look at what is to come with this series. See how much damage, I mean embarrassment, I mean, joy I can bring to Zuko's life.

This thing will explore hidden truths of the Avatar world, give you a sight into a young anguish ridden teens mind, uncover secrets better kept hidden, and deal with what happens when crack and cactus juice are left unchecked in the hands of a starving fanfic writer.

Be warned… the Zuko-ness only grows from here.

You have been warned…