AN: Mwahaha! Tis I, Impextoo! I have pirated this account unbeknownst to Rachel (she's probably high as a kite somewhere—damn hippies). Funny story really, those special brownies. Anyway, enjoy some quality drabbles.
Rachel would also like to add that you all look like ants from way up there.
Drabble #8: Crumbs (184 words)
"I refuse, you insufferable wench."
Sarah gave him an exasperated look. She wiggled a fork in front of his face. "Please? It's red velvet cake, your favorite."
"No."
"Open up for the choo-choo train…," Sarah pleaded as she smushed a bit of cake against Jareth's pursed lips. It was truly surprising how haughty the fae could look with icing dripping from their noses. "It's your birthday, Jareth. It's a human tradition to celebrate the day you, uh, blessed the world with your presence."
"Your sarcasm is duly noted and not appreciated."
"Stop acting like a petulant child."
"I, the Goblin King, am not a child!"
Sarah's glare could've peeled paint. "I am well aware of the fact."
Jareth looked down at her and allowed the slightest smirk to peek through his pout. "Clearly, judging by my prowess in bed."
"No…" Sarah trailed off, obviously enjoying herself, "Your candles cost more than the actual birthday cake."
Sarah's face suddenly became acquainted with a large handful of red velvet birthday cake. Jareth licked a few crumbs off his hand.
"Yes, this was a damn good cake."
Rachel saved a brownie for the first reviewer. Yum.