Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Labyrinth, just borrowing for awhile.

New Author's Note: I was reading back over this the other day and boy did this need some revision. So I've gone back through, made some changes (hopefully for the better), and basically done my part to improve this piece as much as possible at 4 in the morning. Enjoy!

A.N:Well, surprise surprise. I'm back with another tale to tell, and hopefully you will enjoy this one as well. I have a fairly good idea where I'm going with this, but please feel free to let me know whether or not I'm keeping you interested. And just for fun, I actually have a theme song for this chapter: "Joey" by Concrete Blonde. Just trust me, somewhere in my mind this made sense.

She was finally 21. Sarah Williams, defeator of Labyrinths and highschool, was now a legal adult in every sense of the word and she was determined to get very very drunk. After work she stopped for some drive-through. She had always hated eating out on her birthday; waiters singing, the embarrassing hats they made you wear, none of it appealed to her. This day was too important, it felt very symbolic for some reason and she was not going to let it be spoiled by some stupid restaurant tradition. She had mentioned this to Beth, her best friend, the day before and Beth had pointed out the irony that while she was avoiding the minor embarrassment of the singing waiters she was completely unfazed by the prospect of spending her 21st birthday puking into a gutter. Sarah had rolled her eyes, telling Beth that she had completely missed the point.

She ran upstairs to her apartment, take-out bag in hand, and got ready for the evening. She didn't notice the white owl perched on her balcony until she went to close the blinds. Startled, she froze for a second, watching the owl for any sudden movements. However, the owl seemed as fascinated by her as she was by it. The two stared at each other through the glass until the phone ringing pulled Sarah back to the present. She grabbed the cordless as quickly as she could, but when she turned around the bird was gone.

"Happy Birthday, chica!" Beth's voice rang out through the receiver.

"Hey girl, what's up?"

"What do you mean, 'what's up'? It's your birthday, what are we doing tonight?"

"Yeah, um, meet me at the Attic in thirty minutes" she told her.

"Are you sure alcohol is the thing for you? You sound a little out of it already." Beth teased

"Sorry about that, I was distracted by something. But I want to get to the club so I can show my ID to that asshole who works the door and leave my fake with him. Then we're going to tell his boss he's been letting minors in and get his ass fired."

"Sarah you can be so cruel" she laughed.

Sarah smiled distantly before answering, "Yeah, I've heard that a time or two before."

True to her word, Sarah started her birthday with a bang. The doorman started throwing punches when Mac, the bar's owner, told him to get out. The ensuing fight left the doorman unconscious as the police dragged him into a paddy wagon. Mac then gave "his" girls free drinks for the night. 3 shots of Tequila usually did it for Sarah, so she had 5. She then decided that the best way to stop the room from spinning was to sip slowly at her L.I.T. - and to pee about 10 times. This method worked until 2 am when last call sent her and Beth staggering out into the night.

"Did...did we think t'bring a driver?" Beth asked between giggles.

"Of course. Jeeves, Jeeves where are you?" Sarah yelled, which reduced them both to a pile of laughter.

"So happy birthday Sarah. We are officially druuuunk. Now what?" she slurred.

"Nothing's open" Sarah frowned.

"Yeah, this city sucks. We oughta get outa here."

"Yeah" The 2 girls both quieted lost in a deep contemplative state of drunkenness. Fortunately, a taxi pulled up, rescuing them from the chore of making life-altering decisions on a stomach full of cuervo. After a brief stop at Waffle House for breakfast (which Beth immediately threw up) they decided she would crash at Sarah's. Beth passed out on the couch as soon as she walked in the door. Sarah, feeling slightly more sober, made it to her room and had just kicked off her shoes when it registered that she was not alone. Then she smelled it: that mixture of magic, musk, and peaches.

"Happy Birthday Sarah."