:Yes, I own Jareth, I mean Labyrinth. Where do you come up with these silly questions? Tee hee hee. Besides, if I did own him, would I be sitting here telling you about it?

"Drink up me 'earties!" The girls laughed at their pathetic singing as they fell into the apartment. How had they climbed those three flights? Saints above, it had been fun though.

Sarah giggled as her friend Kate pulled her up from the floor where they had just previously been rolling around. Too drunk to brush herself off, she fell into the sofa that stood in her way. Kate sat down in a chair right next to it, one leg slung over the arm. Shaking her hand at her friend, she shushed her up, composing herself and sitting up straight she pulled a serious face.

"Yo ho!" she shouted at Sarah as if she had just sat down on a fire. That started the girls again.

"We Extort!"

"We pilfer!"

"We Filch!"

The two went back and forth quickly, though slightly slurred not that they noticed. After going through the song at least three more times, they fell back laughing again, exhausted from their boisterous night. Regaining her breath, Sarah looked over at her friend to see her slumped in her chair and head cranked back, dead to the world.

Stifling her giggles, she stumbled around as she tried to get her soon to be ex-roommate to bed. A good twenty minutes, and half a dozen bruises later, she was done. Shutting Kate's door quietly, she went off to her own room, falling backwards onto the bed, almost jumping back up as it sprung her about. Her high from the alcohol had yet to wear off, but Kate's had, obviously. She couldn't believe she still had so much to pack, with a wave of her hand she deemed it worthy of tomorrow's problems.

As she danced about her room, laying on the bed made her room spin, she felt like a pagan maid paying tribute. When she bumped into her dresser, she had the most outrageous idea-one she would never had had otherwise. Sobriety held her common sense.

"I wish," she made a little song out of it as she danced around. "The go-blins would come, and take you, awaaay. Right now! Right now!"

"I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now!" she threw her voice mimicking another person. She sung words and hopped around, obliviously to everything. "Right now!"

"Goblin King! Goblin King!" she chanted away. If she knew what she had said, she would have cut her tongue out, cursing liquor and swearing it off forever. But she didn't know…

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The pounding on the door had to be a bad dream. "Ungh." Sarah threw her pillow at the door hoping that when Kate opened it, the pillow would hit her in the face. The pounding continued.

"What?" she bellowed from underneath her other pillow.

"What yehself, shug." Kate drawled. Pound! Pound! Pound!

"Stop!"

"That poundin's in yeh head." Kate laughed. "C'mon, let's get ya up and some caffeine down yeh throat." Sarah groaned as Kate pulled her from her comfy bed. Bayou bitch.

After a liquid breakfast of coffee, Sarah felt somewhat better. Her head throbbed wicked mad. Kate seemed perky for someone who threw up over the railing outside and down three floors. Sarah mentioned this to her friend.

"And that's why ah'm fine." She shrugged. "Ah purged mah system, while ya reveled in it." she broke into a laughter that didn't make Sarah feel any better.

"Lucky me."

"Nate seems to think so. And he can take of ya from now on, not meh" Kate grinned, wondering if Sarah realized what her comment was supposed to do.

"Nate? Nate!" Comprhenison hit her full in the face. "What time is it?" Sarah didn't even bother to wait for an answer as she hopped up and ran to her room grabbing a towel and heading for the bathroom before stopping and heading back into the kitchen to look at her planner. Kate watched her run around for a few moments before stopping her.

"Shug," she finally stopped her. "Do yah really think that ah would let ya be late?" Sarah leveled a gaze on her. "Ah'm yeh maid of honor, ah take that very seriously." She mocked a solemn face.

"Wehl," Sarah drawled back. "Shuhly ya couhd manage it, yeh?"

"Don't pull that actress bit on meh, shug." Kate laughed at her. "Besides, Drink up me heartie."

"Y'ho!" Sarah reached over, tapping her own coffe cup to Kates with a knowing grin. She didn't remember much of last night, but she did remember that. Their singing…attempts. In her drunken state told her she was an actress, not a singer. Was.

"Today's the day!" Sarah squealed. She couldn't believe she was really going through with this. Nate. Wedding. Marriage. Taking a deep breath, she grinned broadly at her roommate. "So what's up first, My little maid?"

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Elsewhere, A man stood in front of mirror, eyeing his appearance. Not really the clotheshorse, he did want it to be right. Appropriate. Noticeable. He shot a glare at the minion that slumped back, changing the angle of the mirror and jarring his reflection. With cold glare and slight snarling growl from his master, the crony stood straighter.

He really didn't make that many public appearances anymore. Why for? But he had special cause now, a personal invitation to visit the mortal realm. It had been some time since he had holidayed out. Hence the scrutinizing in front of the mirror-a new look.

"Well," he questioned. "boys?"

He waved off their catcalls, grunts, and whistles. He nodded to the tallest lackey standing to his right, his Second in command, 2IC. With a flourish of his long black trench coat, he was gone and the rest of the audience fell back to what they were doing, drinking, shitting, and mindless entertainment.

: Ooo that was fun, poor Sarah doesn't realize what she's done….uh-oh…What will she think when she sees him, because you know with that summons he isn't going to ignore it or let her go through with this. We shall see….

Thanks to JackInTheBagel for reminding me to cite my songs. This one "drink up me hearties" is not mine. i tried to "quote" in the title, but Fanfic doesn't seem to like that. My other song i used in here is "Weakness in me", also the title of my fic, is taken from Joan Armatrading. FF doesnt do songfics anymore, so i didn't get to quote directly, so i had to merge. but anyways. Thanks for calling me on my plagerism, Jack.