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Zuko wasn’t used to drinking. In fact, he had never really drunk more than a glass of wine with dinner. It was all he had ever really cared for. But when the Earth Kingdom diplomats arrived they brought along with them a whole crate of Shaojiu, which all of whom seemed extremely keen for the Firelord to sample, once the business was concluded. The first drink he had taken merely to be polite, the second because it wasn’t so bad as he thought and the third…actually, he didn’t know why he took the third. Or the fourth, or the fifth. He had gotten sucked into the rapidly escalating atmosphere and just sort of…kept going.
By the time Iroh walked in, Zuko had already retired to bed. Or at least tried to. It looked rather like he had started and given up halfway. Instead, he was draped over the bed, still fully clothed in his formal attire (although it was all displaced and coming undone), his hand hanging over the edge in which there was a precariously placed glass of liquor and his topknot half pulled out but just about held in by his now very crooked crown, tangled in knots of hair and slowly slipping off to the side.
“Uncle-!!!” He beamed from ear to ear when he noticed who was standing in the hallway and staggered most ungracefully from the bed, tripping several times as he went. He moved to gleefully throw his arms around his beloved Uncle but seeing double, he missed entirely and instead threw himself straight onto the floor, first grabbing Iroh’s beard and then his sleeve as he went down. That met with a rather unhappy groan.
“Uncleeeee! That’s nOT FUNNy.” He whined peevishly into the floor, assuming that Iroh must have moved on purpose. After all, there was no other way he could have missed! He rolled onto his side and waved an accusing finger at his dear Uncle.
“I am FIRElord now. OkAY??? You show me RESPec.”
