This isn't universe canon, but it sort of attacked me while I was rereading "Hide the Battleship", so I'm inflicting it on you. Best I've been able to figure is that if it did happen, it would be a few years post Sozin's comet, after Mai started letting her husband hitch rides on Fire Navy ships because he doesn't have an Appa.
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"Never get drunk and try to talk to your past lives." The Avatar and former prince tried to gesticulate, but he couldn't even point straight.
Jee ducked to keep from being hit in the head. The kid was staggering even with him there to lean on, and he supposed he should have more sympathy, but really...
"Unless you I don't know, want to have a bunch of dead people make fun of you."
"Huh?" Jee blinked at him, nonplussed.
"I mean Lu's just mean, and Roku, where does Roku get off making fun of anybody after what he-" Zuko yawned hugely and let his head sink to his chest. His breath came into his nose in a kind of bubbly snore, and Jee shook him awake, suddenly terrified that he was going to be stuck there for hours in the hallway, with the Avatar sound asleep and leaning on him. Zuko's eyes blinked open, and incongruously, picked up where he had left off. "Did."
Jee didn't think he remembered Zuko ever being that talkative when he was drunk before, but then he wasn't entirely sure he could remember him ever having gotten drunk at all, in the nearly three years he had been stuck serving on the brat prince's ship. Though given the amount of time the prince had spent sulking in this cabin, it was possible he had gotten drunk in private. It was too late to be thinking about this. He was supposed to be in his nice Captain's bunk, enjoying his promotion.
Zuko lurched forward, peering muzzily through the darkness, trying to spot his cabin. "And then Kyoshi said I was a very stupid boy, but she liked me anyway, and I could go to sleep in her lap if I wanted, and she started petting my hair like I was five, and it was really weird."
Jee found the right door for him and opened it one handed, the other keeping a tight grip on the former prince. The war was over, they had found the Avatar, there was someone new on the Dragon Throne, and Jee wanted to gag at how little things had changed, especially now that he was stuck with Zuko on his ship, however briefly. Zuko looked alarmingly green as Jee helped him into bed and pulled the cover up around the kid's neck. He found a bucket in the corner that the Avatar had been tossing the failed drafts of letters to different world leaders into earlier that day, and Zuko held onto the brim weakly for a moment before vomiting into the balls of paper. Jee shut the door behind himself as he left.
"I don't think Aang has the right to make fun of me until he's gotten drunk himself," Zuko yelled shrilly through the door. He sounded like he was about to cry. Jee thought he might join him.
Non-canon bonus: the reason Avatars should never get plastered
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"Never get drunk and try to talk to your past lives." The Avatar and former prince tried to gesticulate, but he couldn't even point straight.
Jee ducked to keep from being hit in the head. The kid was staggering even with him there to lean on, and he supposed he should have more sympathy, but really...
"Unless you I don't know, want to have a bunch of dead people make fun of you."
"Huh?" Jee blinked at him, nonplussed.
"I mean Lu's just mean, and Roku, where does Roku get off making fun of anybody after what he-" Zuko yawned hugely and let his head sink to his chest. His breath came into his nose in a kind of bubbly snore, and Jee shook him awake, suddenly terrified that he was going to be stuck there for hours in the hallway, with the Avatar sound asleep and leaning on him. Zuko's eyes blinked open, and incongruously, picked up where he had left off. "Did."
Jee didn't think he remembered Zuko ever being that talkative when he was drunk before, but then he wasn't entirely sure he could remember him ever having gotten drunk at all, in the nearly three years he had been stuck serving on the brat prince's ship. Though given the amount of time the prince had spent sulking in this cabin, it was possible he had gotten drunk in private. It was too late to be thinking about this. He was supposed to be in his nice Captain's bunk, enjoying his promotion.
Zuko lurched forward, peering muzzily through the darkness, trying to spot his cabin. "And then Kyoshi said I was a very stupid boy, but she liked me anyway, and I could go to sleep in her lap if I wanted, and she started petting my hair like I was five, and it was really weird."
Jee found the right door for him and opened it one handed, the other keeping a tight grip on the former prince. The war was over, they had found the Avatar, there was someone new on the Dragon Throne, and Jee wanted to gag at how little things had changed, especially now that he was stuck with Zuko on his ship, however briefly. Zuko looked alarmingly green as Jee helped him into bed and pulled the cover up around the kid's neck. He found a bucket in the corner that the Avatar had been tossing the failed drafts of letters to different world leaders into earlier that day, and Zuko held onto the brim weakly for a moment before vomiting into the balls of paper. Jee shut the door behind himself as he left.
"I don't think Aang has the right to make fun of me until he's gotten drunk himself," Zuko yelled shrilly through the door. He sounded like he was about to cry. Jee thought he might join him.