Disclaimer:  The characters of Jarlaxle, Entreri the Underdark, Faerûn, the drow, and other aspects of Forgotten Realms are the creations of R.A. Salvatore.  I seek not to steal from his creation but only to humbly expand.  The character of Jarian however is my creation.

            Layers of brightly colored fabric rested neatly on ebony tables throughout the room.  They almost seemed to sparkle when their creator entered the chamber.  Jarian walked by the various materials, lightly running his fingers over them as he made his way to a corner of the room.

             A large orange cloth covered a large mirror and with his typical flourish, Jarian removed it.  He twirled around with the cloth, then placed it neatly to the side.  Tossing his hair back he grinned to his image.  Purple was the color of the day and no; it was not the deep purple the typical drow preferred.  It was flashier sort of purple, with hints of yellow snaking about the outfit.  To Jarian his outfit screamed fashion, to others it screamed. . .well, it just made them scream.

            Stroking his chin thoughtfully Jarian pondered making a similar outfit for Jarlaxle.  "If I had some amethyst, it will give the outfit that added sparkle."  Clapping his hands, "oh splendid idea Jarian!  You've come up with yet another outfit for your beloved leader!  A leader who understands the subtle intricacies of fashion." It was not unusual for Jarian to speak in the third person.

            His attention was diverted back to the mirror.  He regarded it for a moment, then reached for a pouch on his belt.  The contents of the pouch were finely shredded white flakes and he pinched a small amount in his fingers, tossing it against the mirror.  Shredded soap flakes, mixed with magic dust could do wonders.  Taking a fiber of hair from his pocket, Entreri's hair to be exact, he placed it against the mirror.  The mirror rippled in reply and an image started to form. . .

            Artemis Entreri ran a hand through his hair as he prepared his bath.  Though he had found no scrying devices in the washroom, he was determined to be vigilant of Jarian's presence.  Why this drow seemed attracted to him perplexed him. 

            Of all the mercenary groups in the Underdark. . .I had to be ensnared by this one.  And this Jarian character, of all the drow to be Jarlaxle's tailor. . .

            Entreri sighed aloud.  "I shouldn't be surprised by that fact."

            He quickly disrobed and sank into the bath.  Letting the warmth overtake him, he leaned his head back and inhaled the scent of the bath.  If he could say one good thing about the drow, it would be that they knew how to relax after a fight.

            Jarian fought to keep his jaw from going slack.  Entreri's form was a vision of perfection.  He cursed when he couldn't see his entire form, but he saw enough to satiate his fantasies. . .for the moment at least.  If only he could adjust the view, then his viewing pleasure would be complete.

            "Ahem. . ."

            The orange cloth was swiftly thrown over the mirror and Jarian whirled about with his face as a picture of innocence.  "Why Jarlaxle, what an unexpected surprise. . .you startled me.  Can you do it again?"

            Jarlaxle leaned against the doorframe with an amused smile on his lips.  "Perhaps."  He craned his neck to try and see what Jarian was hiding.  "What are you doing?"

            "Nothing," Jarian said quickly.

            "Oh?  Then I suppose this nothing wouldn't have to do with spying on Entreri as he bathes?"

            Jarian huffed.  "What do you take me for Jarlaxle?"

            Jarlaxle folded his arms.

            Squirming under Jarlaxle's look, Jarian sighed, grumbled, and then removed the orange cloth from the mirror.

            Walking over to the mirror Jarlaxle nodded to himself.  He absently said, "I know you too well for my own good Jarian."

            A mischievous smile splayed across Jarian's face.  "That you do."

            "However," Jarlaxle continued on, "you cannot spy on Entreri as he bathes."

            The smile fell from Jarian's face.  "Why not?!  His body attracts my eyes. . .among other things." He drifted off for a moment but came back, "please Jarlaxle!  It is bad enough that you do not order him to come to my bed chamber."

            "Jarian," Jarlaxle said in an almost parent-like voice, "if Entreri discovered what you were doing, he would kill you."

            "But maybe he would enjoy-"

            "I highly doubt that," Jarlaxle said raising a hand to cut him off.

            Jarian sighed heavily, then grabbed onto Jarlaxle's arm.  "Then at least make him wear the outfit that I made for him.  He picks such dreary clothing.  I'll simply go mad if I continue to see him in such."

            Jarlaxle paused thoughtfully.  It would be nice to see Entreri in something other than black. . .

            Fingers trailed up Jarlaxle's arm as Jarian put on his charm.

            Looking to Jarian, "all right.  I will have a talk with Entreri and tell him that he must wear the outfit that you made for him."

            Jarian hugged Jarlaxle's arm, then clapped happily.  "Oh splendid!  For this I shall need the services of three bed slaves to sate by excitement."

            "Well," Jarlaxle said hiding a chuckle, "I'm certain that you will find ways to keep your excitement in check.  I shall speak with Entreri and then I will contact you."

            Jarian watched as Jarlaxle walked out of his chamber. . .then broke into skips around the room.  He looked to the mirror and grinned because it was still uncovered.

            "Jarian. . ."

            Jarian groaned when he heard Jarlaxle's voice and put the cloth over the mirror again.  Though he was disappointed about not being able to see Entreri bathe, the prospect of seeing Entreri physically sent shivers down his spine.  He would find ways to distract himself as he waited for the opportune moment.  As he strolled out of his tailoring room, three distractions awaited him and a smile was fixed on his face.

Author's Note:

::dodges as chibi Entreri throws a pen at her::

Hey!  You just be glad I controlled myself. 

::chibi Jarian pouts, but gives Kristi a hug ::

::chibi Jarlaxle chuckles in a corner:: 

Don't mind me, but I think it would be adorable to see chibis of Entreri and Jarian, lol.  Well, as I still quote my friend "poor poor Entreri". . .especially for the next chapter.  Thank you to all that reviewed, I'm pleased that people actually like the story.

::Jarian attempts to assure everyone that there's no need to feel bad for Entreri and that he'll see too Entreri's happiness::

::Entreri sweat drops and motions to the review button in a desperate effort to distract everyone::