Jareth went back to his meeting and if anyone thought to say anything about his little incident earlier, they would not dare admit it. Sarah would think twice before she drank that much again. He didn't really know why he felt the need to protect her honor when she had no thought of it. She was a child, nothing more. But oh how she riled him up with her cruel eyes.
The week flew by and Saturday came as it always does, but for a king there really are no weekends off. He finished a long day of sorting through castle business and settled into his bed for some light reading. Flicking his wrist, spectacles appeared on his nose - strictly because of the low light from his candles of course. No one needed to know he wore them and really, he didn't need them. Really.
Halfway through his book, he started to feel a little dizzy. Maybe he'd been working too hard. He caught a whiff of perfume and a slight scent of bourbon. He sat up, amazed and furious as the feel of cool liquid slid down his throat making him gasp.
She wouldn't dare, would she? Bourbon? She had only started drinking last weekend and that was wine. Wine was acceptable for a young girl, but this was something entirely different. An image came into his mind, Sarah was at a mirror that was not in her apartment, putting on her cosmetics, leering into the reflection as if searching for someone on the other side. Jareth could hear loud music and winced. She was at that bar again, most likely to dance with pretty boys again.
He would not think of her. He would snuff his candles and go to sleep. He was a king, not a damned babysitter to an obstinate girl who wished to test his patience. Let her fare as she would. He was going to sleep.
An hour later, he felt his mouth forming words again. Her words.
"I am feeling a bit tispy. I mean tipsy, ha ha. You know, Jareth - it's really hot in this little bar and so many people here. I should take off this jacket."
He clamped his lips shut. How was she forming a mental link with him through alcohol. There was no reason for it - they were not bonded - they were not in love.
But what no one knew was that the Goblin King had fallen in love with the girl.
He grimaced, that blasted book had caused him more headaches than he dared count. He jumped out of bed and went to his full length mirror, instantly changing into more appropriate clothes. Then he ran to his library and found a spell to keep her words out of her mouth. At least he thought that is what it would do, he was in a bit of a hurry.
Sarah danced seductively with Brad, or was it Bill? Didn't matter, really. She was hot and bothered and drinking bourbon. She wondered if Jareth could feel the liquor flow down his throat as she drank. A hand moved down the front of her blouse as she started to unbutton the top two buttons.
Then she felt it - he was there again. Well, it would be like last week, he wouldn't be able to come to her right. A little voice reminded her that he had come to her apartment and done more than watch her. But that was because she called for him, right? He couldn't just come anytime he wanted and touch her without her consent, could he?
As she pondered how she really hadn't thought out her little plan, gloved hands came out of nowhere and spun her into a firm embrace.
"Let's dance," Jareth said, glaring into her stunned eyes. Leading her off the dance floor, he pulled her into a dark room in the back of the bar that she had never noticed before. As they entered, the door disappeared and they were in a silent stone lined room that looked suspiciously like an oubilette.
"What's going on?" Sarah asked, suddenly nervous.
"We finish our game, Precious," he answered, pulling her into a heated kiss.