A Self Pity Party

Sam looked at the empty bottle of peach chardonay. Well, she tried to anyway. It was hard to focus on it when she kept seeing two. Sam had managed to weasel her way out of going to dinner and a movie with her family, claiming exhaustion. She didn't want the discomfort of being around her sister. They hadn't spoken to each other since their fight that morning, which had been quite a challenge. Even Toby could sense tension between the two of them.

So, here she was, drunk out of her mind, wondering what possessed her to take the bottle out of her parent's liqueur cabinet. She decided to stop thinking, it was making her head hurt. She put the bottle down on her bed and and tumbled off. She lay on the floor, with her legs on the side of her bed. Just before she passed out, her last thought was, "What will his majesty say?"

(Dream Sequence)

Sam opened her eyes and found herself in the same position she had fallen asleep in. But, instead of her legs being on top of her bed, they were on top of what appeared to be a throne chair. She threw them off and tried to stand. When she did the room started to spin and she had to grab onto the chair to keep from falling. Sam looked around at the messy thrown room. That is when she noticed the room was full of goblins. They looked at her and grinned with toothless smiles.

The goblins were about to approach her when they froze in there places. Sam looked in the direction they were and gave a goofy grin. She turned to look at the goblins again, only to realize they had all disappeared. She looked back at Jareth and staggered towards him.

"Jerry, how it goes?" She starred at his black robed body as if she lacked the muscles in her neck to look up at his face.

Jareth lifted her head by her ponytail and starred into her eyes. "You're drunk," he said simply.

"Gee, Goblin king, nothing gets by you. If they had this Jategory on Ceopardy you would be champion."

"God, your mouthy even when intoxicated. I think I had better set a spell that will have you skip any REM sleep tonight. I don't think you are capable of making intelligent conversation in your mental state."

"Oh, Jar, don't do that. You the one only who likes me. Everybody melse hates me."

"So, you are having a self pity party." Jareth's eyes narrowed at her in disgust.

"Hey, it's my pity and I will be partifull if I want to. Wait, that didn't come out right. Try again, let me."

"No, don't try again. You are making my goblins look better every minute." He had turned away from her and paced the floor. When he turned back to look at her, he saw her doing the splits.

"You know, I aven't done the slits since I was in gymstics. Can you do the slits Jareth?"

Jareth tried to avoid gazing at the shapely legs that had been exposed from under her knee length, tee shirt. "Not even in my dreams." He walked over to her majestically and said, "Get off the floor Miss Williams."

He grabbed her firmly underneath the arms and yanked her off the floor.

"Oh, Jareth, don't be such a poop."

Jareth's arms circled her waist to keep her from falling. Jareth saw something dangerous sparkle in her hazel eyes. Almost hypnotized by them, he didn't stop her as she put her hand behind his neck and lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was sweet and gentle. But, as the kiss became more passionate, Jareth pushed Sam away. She fell to the floor.

"Hey, at urt." Sam looked up at him, still in a daze from the kiss.

"This is where I will exit Miss Williams."

"Don't you flare dye away." Sam glared at him.

"All right then." With a smirk, the Goblin King faded from her sight.

"You mart sass," Sam slurred. With that, everything went dark.

(end of dream sequence)

"Hey, wake up sleeping beauty."

Sam felt a nudge in her waist from someone's foot. She batted it away, hugging herself.

"Sam, get up." Toby's voice was clearly upset, so Sam's slowly opened her eyes.

"Oh, someone turn down the sun." Sam put her hand over her eyes to shut out the unmerciful brightness.

Toby walked over to the window and raised the blinds, as if punishing his sister.

"Oh, Toby, Uncle, Uncle." Sam raised herself from her sleeping position on the floor. Her head ached and her neck and shoulders were stiff from her encounter with the uncomfortable floor. She grabbed onto the head board of her bed and forced herself onto it.

Toby stalked over to her and waved the chardonay bottle in her face. "What is this," he asked menacingly.

Sam peaked up at him under nearly, closed eyelids. "It's a chardonay bottle," she answered simply.

"Why is it empty?"

"Well, when a bottle is empty it generally means it has been drunk," Sam said, her irritation magnified by her hangover.

"Don't start with me, Sam. Don't you know how dangerous this is?"

"Oh, I don't need a lecture from you. It's not like you are a saint, frat boy."

"Sam, I admit freely I have made mistakes, that I have learned from. The difference is, I was of age when I made them." Toby saw the look Sam gave him at that comment and quickly finished, "Not that it makes them right."

"Toby, you are right. But, I made a mistake too. And trust me," Sam got off the bed and fought off the nausea that overcame her. "I don't plan on doing this again."

"Okay, you have got a point. I will stop being the overprotective brother for the moment. Sam, you are starting to look really green. Look, I will go downstairs and make you a drink. It will help you feel better."

Toby started walking toward the door when Sam stopped him with her cry. Which resulted in a sudden throbbing in her temples.

"What if anyone sees you," Sam asked, holding her throbbing temples.

"Don't worry. Mom and Sarah are on the patio and Dad is getting ready for work. It will only take me a minute. Besides, it's me. I am a natural actor. If they catch me, I will just make up a believable excuse."

"Well, Toby, you had better get going. Your adoring fans await you." Sam looked at him, daring him to make a comeback. Instead she was surprised to see a concerned look on his face.

"Sam, why did you do it," Toby asked, as if it had just occurred to him.

Sam looked at him, fighting off tears.

"I guess you could call it a self pity, party."

Toby gave her one last look and walked out the door, slamming the door behind him.

Sam grabbed her head as she sank down onto her bed. She tried to make sense of the blur that was her memory about the night before. She barely remembered past the point she passed out. That and something about a party and the splits. One thing she couldn't figure out was why her mouth tasted minty.

Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it," she asked with fear in her voice.

"Sam, it's Dad. Can I come in?"

Oh, my god. Shouldn't he be at work? It is 9:00 am for goodness sakes. Today of all days, why did you choose to leave for work late?

Sam quickly threw the bottle underneath the covers of her bed and said in a sweet voice,

"Okay, Daddy," she said.

Her father walked in. He was wearing his navy blue suit, the usual wear for the self assured, lawyer.

"Honey, are you okay? You look so pale." Mr. Williams walked up to his daughter and placed a hand on her forehead.

"Dad, really, I am fine. I am just recovering from the migraine I had last night." Sam gently pulled her Father's hand away. He looked at her with what Sam called his cross examining look. The one that could get even the best lying witness to tell the truth.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I just need a little more rest. Would you do me a favor and tell Mom I will be down in a couple of hours."

Her Dad looked at her once more and bent to kiss her on the cheek.

"Just a kiss to make everything better."

Sam's eyes widened as her Father walked out of her room.

Wait a minute, KISS... O my god!

Toby walked up the stairs, the drink in hand. He met his father half way.

Toby did his best to hide the guilt in his eyes and opened his mouth to make up an excuse when his Father beat him to it.

"You are bringing Sam a breakfast drink, that is great, son. I hear it works well for Sam's particular problem. Tell her to take a cold shower as well, I hear that also helps."

Toby looked at his Father in awe.

"You know! So, you actually do have a clue!"

"Of course I do, Toby. I have been a prosecuting attorney for over twenty-five years and a Father for nearly thirty-five. I can tell when a hardened criminal is lying, let alone my own children."

"Will you tell her?"

"No, I think she will tell us in her own time. Besides, I highly suspect that she won't be taking another drink for quite a while."

As if timed, the bathroom on the second floor slammed. Toby shook his head, as his father soberly walked down the stairs and out the front door.

Author's Note: So, what does everyone think. I know, the drunk scene was a little cliché, but I thought it fit with the story. Please review and tell me what you think.

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