Hi Ya! Peeps!! i think this came from my complete exhileration of taking my
last final today, anyways, I have other more "serious fic" on the way but I
had to post this :) It is a bunch of silliness, hopefully I will finnish it
tonite ;)
Peaches everybody, lmk what ya' think (pleaaaaazzzeeee)
-Anne-Marie-
Peach Fizzy
Hoggle tippy-toed his way to the Goblin King's castle, the object he was
carrying was VERY VERY valuable, well to him anyways. A bottle of Peach
Champagne, aged 248 years (the 300 year old stuff was too much for his
family jewels!). The special drink was for a special event, Sarah's 25
birthday party, he and the boys were getting together to throw her a surprise
party in two days at midnight,but he had to hide it from Sir Didymus. The
fox had a tendency to sample a little too much, and this being a special
beverage was rather potent, they were going to water it down with some
gingerale for the party. But until then he had the perfect place to hide it,
the King's wine cellar. Jareth only drank on special occasions and no one
would dare to go into it with out his permission; except Hoggle who had
"sampled" some Peach Champagne before his brilliant idea had come to
him. He snorted at his genius.
Jareth frowned, his life had taken a definite turn for the depressing and
dull. Ever since his defeat, well he just couldn't take as much pleasure in
kicking goblins into big brick walls or making them do laps in the Bog of
Eteral Stench. Not to say he stopped doing it. Jareth felt old and
underappreciated.
"hmmm," he pondered his dilemma running his leather clad hands through his
wispy mane,"Well I could, nahh," he dismissed that idea, besides whoever
heard THAT, he paced his way around the throne room thinking of something to
divert himself. A lound crash came from below him, Jareth groaned, the
Goblins must have gotten into his Wine Cellar, he imagined the mess they
made. He made his way down the akward stairs, in an attempt to avoid the mess
for as long as he could he had opted for the stair case over his magic.
Jareth swung the huge oak doors open, his biceps rippeling and hair waving in
the dramitic wind that was so convienietly occuring *authoress grins, just
think bodice ripping romancers*.
Hoggle swooned from all that manliness that was packaged into those smashing
tights! Actually he tripped in in a drunken stupor, the peach fizzy having
taken it's effect even further. However had he been a Listian..well.
"Higgle!! What the devil are you doing here?!?!," Jareth was trying his best
to be stern and frightening but, well all the dramatic wind had left him
feeling a bit deflated, besides it was hard to be stern when Hoggle insisted
on hic-cuping rainbow coloured bubbles.
Jareth groaned again, he was getting rather tired of doing it, the very
thought of how much he had been groaning lately made him
*NO WAIT STOP!!*
*What?*
*I refuse to 'groan' again, I am a king after all*
*yeah yeah, ok fine*
made him SIGH.
*Groan*
*Back to the Story, Ahem!*
"Very Well Hedgewart, I am afraid I am going to have to punnish you!"
"What, ya' gonna throw me in the Bog?!?! No I wanna see you be a man about
this you big poofy haired sissy. I can take you, come on, come on!!" Hoggle
jumped around the room, the Peach Fizzy tightly grasped in his right hand.
Jareth's eye fell on the Peach Fizzy, he had been mystified by Hoggle's
behavior, but the Peach Fizzy explained it all.
"Hogewart, I beleive you have had enough," Jareth snapped his fingers and
the Peach Fizzy disspeared from the bouncing dwarf to the majestic grip of
the Goblin King.
"I only had a little," Hoggle pouted, "besides it isn't mine."
"No it isn't," Jareth assumed it was his," you shouldn't take things that are
not yours."
Hoggle started crying, Jareth looked at him funny before Hoggle suddenly
started to snore.
"Hm, powerful stuff, I think I might try a bit. I think I can handle my
liquor better than that dwarf, I am after all *majestic music* the Goblin
King.
Jareth pulled a Goblet out of the air and poured himself a liberal amount of
the amber coloured liquid, he brought it to his regal lips and sipped.
"Ahh, pretty good," he walked to his bedroom sipping more of the drink along
the way, by the time he made it to his chamber he was feeling remarkably
relaxed.
He walked over to his vaniety and began his beauty regime for the night, he
scrutinised his face.
"Hmmm, I think it might be time for a new look," he poured more into his
goblet and took a gulp, "yep, need a new look." Jareth took out the curling
iron and from the bottom drawer he pulled out a spool of brite pink ribbon.
"Teehee, I'm gonna be puuuurrrttteeee!!"
**A Few Hours Later**
Jareth examined himself in the mirror, "I think I need another opinion," he
looked out on the Labyrinth, "no they are all too stupid. I know, Sarah, my
happy lil' Sarah will tell me I look pretty."
Jareth, being too impatent to wait for the time it took to fly their, stepped
thru his mirror, it was full length after all, and onto the plush carpeting
of Sarah's room.
Sarah wrapped in a towel and dripping water screamed.
"oops! I forgot something I will be right back," he stepped back thru and
grabbed the Peach Fizzy, forgetting the goblet.
Sarah blinked her eyes in amazement as one ballet slipper clad foot stepped
through her mirror followed by another, along with someone she would normally
refer to as the Goblin King.
"Jareth? Is that you?"
"Of course sweet heart," Jareth purred, "you like my new look?" Jareth
leaned forward giving her his best grin, his white teeth contrasting grately
with the green lipstick he was wearing.
"Errmmm...it is differnt."
"Yes I know I was tired of my other look *hic*"he calmly sipped form the
bottle of Peach Fizzy. Sarah looked him over.
His hair was in pigtails.
Curly Pigtails.
WIth Bright Pink Ribbons.
He was wearing bell bottoms with rainbow patches and a suede vest that showed
off his chest and his pendant, the only thing he hadn't changed and his
eyemake up had also escaped unscathed.
"Jareth, I think you have had enough now," Sarah reached for the glass
container.
"Nuh-uh," Jareth shook his head," we aren't married so you can't tell me what
to do." Jareth hiccuped followed by a discreat sniff, "Not that I didn't
want you to be my wife,"he took another sip and wiped his mouth, smearing the
lipstick across his face and his white lacey gloves. "I loved you Sarah, why
do you hate me?"
Sarah gaped.
"YOU WERE THE WIND *hic* BENEATH MY WINGS!!!!!!!!! and I have wings too, so I
should know. You wanna see?"
"Not now Jareth, maybe later, you want to go to bed now?"
"Oooo....your bed?"
"Well yes, it is the only bed I have, unless you think you can make it back?"
Jareth stood up and tried to take a step forward, he stepped on the string of
one ballet slipped and fell, fortunately Sarah was close enough to catch him,
so he only fell into her arms. (Jareth didn't mind seeing as she was still
towel clad)
"Here Jareth let's get you ready for bed," she had no idea why she wanted to
help him, after all she still remember that stupid peach, but it was so hard
to be mean to him in this state, with her luch he would start to bawl, and as
if on cue the King started to wail.
"What's the matter Jareth?"
"You don't like my new look do you?"
"Well umm..."
"I've ruined it, my hair is ruined," he started to sob again.
"No it isn't, wash it and it will be go as new."
"Really? Will you fix it for me?" Jareth looked at her hopefully.
"I don't think I should tonight," Jareth pouted, unable to cross his arms
since he was still mostly being supported by Sarah. it started to thunder
and flash HUGE bolts of lightening.
"Ok fine, have it your way," Sarah did not want to deal with his wrath, the
noise stopped and was replaced by the happy chirping of owls? Sarah shook
her head.
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