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Fandom High School Host Club, Sunday Afternoon

If there was anything special about this particular day, Reno certainly didn't have any idea as he busied himself in the music room, setting up his newest acquisitions.

A poker table had taken the place of the desk that had been in the Barney Corner, there was a dartboard hanging on the wall, and, where the tables for the hosts were normally situated, Reno had set up a big, shiny, brand new pool table.

If the hosts wanted their old furniture back, it was all shuffled up against a wall. They were more than welcome to drag their chairs and desks back if they so desired.

Just meant they were going to have to move the liquid-that-was-quite-possibly-beer-but-ssh off of them first, is all.

Reno had even ~~handwavily~~ put signs up around the campus.

Fandom High School Host Club
Come in, Grab a Host, Kick Ass at Pool, Yo!

The door was open!

[OCD ~~coming~~ up! Open to everyone!]

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"Spoil my...?" Sokka cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'm sorry, I don't follow you. If you're trying to insult me, you're not doing a very good job of it. Also, pudding."

"I was bitten," Romeo almost growled. "So, yes, pudding. And as for the failure of my insults, it is not my fault that you are too dense to understand me, or that you are in denial about your bedwetting."

"I KNOW you were bitten," Sokka replied with a grin. "It doesn't make it any less funny. You're just lucky I don't have a camera. And I DO NOT WET MY BED! ...Any bed-wetting going on in my room happens in the OTHER bed."

"So you pay close attention to your roommate's bed," Romeo asked, eyebrow raised. "Who do you room with, again?"

"Meredith Rodney McKay," Sokka anwered. "And yes, he and I are SOOO in love. That's why I go over to his bed to wet it." He shrugged. "Psshhht. Seriously. You're not going to beat 'pudding'."

It was, perhaps, true he wouldn't beat "pudding."

He would, though, beat Sokka.

So Romeo's right fist flew out, aimed hard and direct at Sokka's jaw.

Sokka went flying backwards and landed hard on the floor. He rubbed his jaw and glared at Romeo. "HEY!!! I wasn't ready!!!"

"And you would have done so well if you were," Romeo rolled his eyes.

He breathed heavily, trying to decide if Sokka was worth another punch.

"Do you have any superpowers I don't know about?" Sokka asked. "Any special training as a ninja in a monastery somewhere? Then yeah, prepare to have your butt kicked."

Romeo Montague did not say "Bring it, bitch."

But from the look on his face, and the way he was holding his body, it was pretty clear that was exactly what he was thinking.

Barney hated that the idiots had compelled him to stand and cross the room, searching his suit pockets for the paperwork the stupid school required.

"You two, detention. Saturday. Names go on the paper." He pushed the slip at them.

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Romeo signed his name in especially large and ornate letters, then, after a final glare at Sokka, left the room without another word, blood throbbing hot in his ears.

He had won at pool, and it wasn't like he even belonged to this club.

Sokka shrugged and signed "Reno" on the paper.

"Unfortunately for you, Ponytail, I know who Reno is," Barney said, shaking his head. "Don't make me ask Ms. Cleavage your name."

Sokka sighed and wrote his name down. "It's not fair!" he insisted, pointing after Romeo. "He started it!"

"And I had to come all the way over here and finish it," Barney said, wishing he hadn't left his cigar at the table. "Besides, you're the club member."

Sokka nodded. "Yes, sir. I'll get right back to embodying our high standards in public."

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