A/N: Just a little drabble inspired by the song "Broken-heartsville", which has nothing to do with anything, really, but I thought it worked. Enjoy, and review!

He happened to be watching as they met, eyes meeting across a dance floor not filled with elegantly twirling Goblin courtiers, but gyrating bodies of all kinds. He smiled at her and bought her a drink. If Jareth had known how far it would go, he might have had a goblin pull the fire alarm, just to see what would happen. Instead, the dark haired man with the cowboy hat bought his Champion a beer and asked for her number.

His main thought was one of smug superiority, but somewhere in the back of his mind was the niggling though that, perhaps, this boy could pose a threat.

He ignored it.


He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns...