4: Home at Last

It was around one in the afternoon when Jareth came to, and Sarah was sitting at her desk in the living room, hair still damp from the shower, soft bathrobe surrounding here. It was from that position that she was treated to the full beauty of the hungover dancer coming to.

First, there was groaning, and a muttered, "If this is actual ass I can taste, I swear to..."

Then, upon realizing that this was not his home at all, the man flailed end fell off the couch, swearing as his head hit the floor. Quickly as he could, he scrambled up and started wildly looking around, before meeting Sarah's amused gaze and blushing bright red.

"Sleep well?" the woman asked, running her fingers through her hair.

Jareth looked mortified, "Did we...?"

"No," said Sarah, turning back to her computer, "You want breakfast?"

The dancer said nothing for a couple of seconds and simply stood there, rubbing glitter from his cheeks until he seemed to realize that she had said something.

"I have to apologize for any inappropriate behavior last night," he said stiffly, starting to inch towards the door.

"The only inappropriate thing you did was get drunk out of your mind by yourself, with no shoes and no money," said Sarah, swiveling her twirly chair to watch him limp across the room.

"That is none of your business," said Jareth starting to open the door, "I am none of your business."

"Making a run for it?" asked Sarah amicably, "Do you want a ride?"

"I'm alright, thank you, and yes, yes I am."

Jareth flung open the door and took a step into the hallways, then froze.

Sarah tilted her head to the side in amusement.

The man looked to the left, looked to right, stared straight forward and let out a shriek of indignation.

"WHAT?!"

"What?" asked Sarah, rushing over see what the problem was. The hallway was empty. All the doors except hers were closed.

"That's..." Jareth pointed to the door across the hall from Sarah's, "That.."

"Is a door," said Sarah patiently, "To an apartment. That an ass who plays insanely loud music at two AM moved into last month."

"That's my apartment!" hissed Jareth, putting his head in his hands, "Jesus Christ."

"No, it's me, Sarah," said the woman sarcastically.

"Sarah?" Jareth turned to look at her in confusion, "Didn't you say..."

"I lied,"Sarah shrugged, turning back into her apartment, "And so did you. "

"I'm a stripper, I have an excuse."

Sarah snorted, "Just get you ass in here and close the door. You don't have a key on you, anyways. We can call the super later."

Sulkily, Jareth closed the door, "How did you know?"

"I checked."

"Did you now? And where, pray tell, did you check?" said Jareth slyly, cocking an eyebrow.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I would, actually. Very much. Did the irresistible sex appeal of my tight pants draw you in? Or was it my charming personality?"

Sarah shook her head, laughing lightly, "Come on, Goblin King. Sit down, I'll make you breakfast. Well, lunch, but those are technicalities."

For a second, Jareth looked like he was about to bolt.

Sarah rolled her eyes, "No point in running. Sit down and take your fate like a man."

Jareth obeyed, but not without giving Sarah a dirty once over, "There's other things here I'd like to take as a man."

"Like a shower?"

"...among other things."

"Goblin King, do me a favor."

"Anything, love."

"Shower and coffee first, innuendos later."

The dancer obliged, and that was the end of the first of many meetings to come.