A/N Still own nothing. Hope someone is enjoying this story. I am intending on continuing it like a story when the dream part actually ends, but so far we are still in my actual dream. Please review. Thanks
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Let me take a moment to describe the inside of the restaurant/club. Inside it looked like a huge place. It was really loud and seemed crowded, but at the same time it was very private. I suspected Jareth, the Goblin King and manager, had something to do about that. You could sit at a table and although you do hear the background noise and music, you never have to yell to hear the people at your table. It is like no one around you can hear you. It is a bit annoying when you want to flag down your waiter, but a lot of people like it. Then there is a back section with a bar and dance floor. It is the same there; you can hear your dance partner speaking perfectly fine even though the music is blaring. The entire place is decorated in a fantasy, demon theme. There are statues everywhere of fairies, dwarves, demons, and sorcerers. Everything in the club looks evil though. There are no nice princesses or happily ever after there.
Jareth is very different, to put it mildly. He is somehow seems young and old at the same time. He has blonde hair that flows out in every direction but still seems to look neat. He has a bit of an odd fashion sense as well. He is always wearing tight black clothes and lots of glitter. I never said a word about it though; well no that's a lie. I never talked about it behind his back. I never made fun of him to other waitresses. To his face, that's another story, like I said we were friends. He also used to berate me for my clothing as well. I am an old t-shirt and jeans girl. That's not really appropriate for a waitress to look like a bum, but I never changed.
I took a seat at a table and ordered myself a drink while I waited for Jareth to come out from his meeting. I sat there staring at him, reminiscing. He was gorgeous, I had to admit that. I remember many waitresses quitting after he would turn them down. There were also many who quit because they thought he was crazy and maybe he was. He would teach me fantasy things like how to use magic. Like I had said, I suspected he somehow caused the very private atmosphere, but I didn't actually believe in magic. So I humored him, mostly because it was interesting to hear about the place he seemed to really believe he was from. I like hearing about the things he believed he could do. I tried when he asked me to, but nothing ever happened, not that I really expected anything.
I loved listening to Jareth's stories about the "real" labyrinth, where he came from. He would tell me of the girl that broke his heart and how he ruled the goblins and eventually decided to take a long vacation in the aboveground. I love to read fantasy books and his story telling ability was great so I didn't mind listening. He didn't seem to care that I really didn't believe him either. He was just happy that I didn't make fun of him. Some people wanted to lock him up, but I always had stood up for him. In my opinion, any man that can run a business, and take care of himself should be left alone no matter who he thinks he is. He still obeys all the laws and runs a very clean establishment. Yeah, he is also a neat freak.
While I was sitting there I started to wonder why I had ever left him. Well not left him, we never dated, he never asked me but why did I let my husband stop me from being his friend. Why did I stop working there? I prayed that he would take me back. I wondered which would be easier, getting him back as a friend or getting a job. I didn't notice the hours passing me buy or how many times the waitress refilled my raspberry long island iced tea. I started to look around at the people who were working. I didn't remember any of them. To be honest I had enough to drink that I was starting to forget a lot of things. I ordered some water to help clear my head, coffee doesn't work for me.
I checked the clock; it was about 10:00. I sighed and glanced back over at his office. He must be talking to someone very important. I began sipping my water, but I soon didn't need it, a couple of guys sat next to me and on the other side of my booth and they did not look very friendly. I suddenly felt very sober. They were all smiling at me strangely and I almost shat myself I was so scared. One of the great things about this place, no one can hear you. One of the worst things about this place, no one can hear you. I held tight to my purse, I don't really know why. I would have gladly given them my few dollars to get the hell out of there. They started grabbing me and my purse. I looked towards the office door again. Jareth was not in there. He was on his way towards the kitchen.
I looked around for help, but everyone was involved with their own affairs to notice anything. I screamed and called Jareth's name. The men just laughed at me. My screams probably wouldn't have gotten anywhere in a normal place either. The words wouldn't come out. I started panicking. I felt the tears come from my eyes and I was shaking like crazy. I called for Jareth a few more times finally I whispered into the table words I never thought I would hear myself say, "Goblin King, Goblin King, where ever you may be, help me, just help me please."