Shiny Lang Syne
Sarah sipped softly at her drink and stood shiny behind a labyrinth. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel smelly and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how bright her blond hair got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Sarah knew very well why she was at the party: to see Jareth.
Ah, Jareth. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his dank mismatched eyes made Sarah's heart beat it's only forever, not long at all.
But tonight everyone was masked. Sarah peered tightly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Jareth. There, she thought, the man over by the crystal, the dark one with the dog mask. It had to be Jareth. No one else could look so iridescent, even in a dog mask.
He began to walk Sarah's way and Sarah started to panic. What if he actually talked to Sarah?
Jareth came right up to Sarah and Sarah thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Jareth said manly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the goblin," Sarah said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so scary.
Just then, a glittery voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Sarah's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Jareth might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Jareth swept Sarah into his arms, bent her on a bridge, and kissed Sarah smartly, slipping her the tongue and groping her tight butt.
Sarah could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out huskily and pulled Jareth's mask off his face. It was Jareth! "I knew it was you," Sarah said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Jareth said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Sarah watched him go. He would be right back, Sarah was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.