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As we were watching another WW2 documentary, I noticed that Azula was quickly becoming more and more talkative as she kept drinking glass after glass of wine.

"Thisiss sooo ridiculous, I mean, can you imagine laying it on so thick with the propaganda it's almost like, well, a dream."

"Didn't the fire nation built a much bigger contraption to breach the outer wall?" I asked, amused by her incredulity about railway artillery. It didn't seem that far off from the technology level that the fire nation had possessed in the show. They even had some sort of tanks there.

"Ohhh, you even know about that? Maybe I underestiti... underestimated you." Her speech was becoming more and more slurred, and she had a certain sway in her movements that made it sure that she was having way too much. A glance at the wine bottle showed me that she had almost emptied it, with only a small amount remaining in her glass. And we had only sat here for a bit under an hour. Even I still had almost half of my bottle remaining.

"Or overestimated the effectiveness of censorship in this city."

"Yeah." She paused for a bit. "These assholes." She swallowed the last of her drink, before grabbing the bottle only to realized it was empty. She held the bottle over her head, looking inside the bottle inside a rather cartoonish manner, which, I supposed, was fitting. Still, I was honestly quite nervous about her state. I had no idea how a sexbot could even get drunk, although I faintly remembered that there had been something about this in the manual. Anyway, I remembered clearly, that these bots were supposed to mimic human behaviour rather closely, so I supposed just treating her as a drunk human would be fine. And with drunk humans I had some experience. In my experience there were four types of drunks.

The aggressive drunk. These tended to cause a lot of trouble. It wasn't always physical aggression, but also a general irritability at everything and everyone around them. Unfortunately I could totally see Azula be one of these types.

The down drunks. These typically became very philosophical, ruminant and sometimes downright sad. While this wouldn't be such a catastrophe, I felt like it would be kinda mean to wish for this result. Especially since she had just started enjoying her life with me a little.

The friendly drunks. The kind of person who, upon getting drunk would start trying to hug everyone, generally be of good cheer and sometimes get straight up horny. This would arguably be the best result, although it would most likely be a very strange experience for me.

The dead drunks. I sincerely hoped that Azula would not be one of these. There were certain people who could not tolerate **** at all and even at the smallest amounts would become terribly sick.

Now there was only one question...