Nothing sobers a person up like finding "J's pink flapper" tattooed right above your privates. Her head was still pounding but she was able to focus a lot better than when she first woke up.

Sarah ran her finger over the tattoo. "No, this can't be real." She could feel the raised skin and see the redness around the ink. It was real, no doubt about it. "How drunk was I? And who the hell is J?"

Sarah ran to find her phone and tried to think of the guys the saw the night before. It could have been anyone, a waiter, a bartender, a striper, a complete stranger than they crossed paths with. Her phone wasn't on the bedside and she didn't see her purse anywhere either.

"Great, first I have this god-awful tattoo and now I've lost my purse with my phone, wallet, id, and money." Sarah groaned as she got on her hands and knees to look under the bed. Lifting the bed skirt, she looked all around. Sighing, Sarah got up. "Nothing under there but dust bunnies."

Grabbing the robe, Sarah put it on and sat on the bed. "Think, Sarah..." No matter how hard she tried she couldn't remember anything. Frustrated, she grabbed the hotel phone and called Laura's room.

"Hello?"

"Laura, it's Sarah. I need to talk to you now."

Laura laughed. "Let me guess you can't find your phone or wallet?"

"How'd you know?"

"I have them," Laura replied. "Everyone gave me their phones and wallets to prevent drunk phone calls, unwanted photos being posted online, and spending money they didn't have."

Sarah sighed with relief. At least she didn't lose her things. "But wait if I had no money how did I get..."

"Get what?" Laura questioned when Sarah paused.

"I need to figure out exactly what happened last night. Can you get the others and come to my room in half an hour? I'll have coffee waiting."

Laura agreed and hung up. Sarah just hoped the others hadn't gotten as drunk as she did.

~*~*~*~*~*~/.../~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Jareth stared at the so-called body art that was defacing his perfect body. "Sarah Williams!" He clenched his fists and screamed her name. "Damn that woman!"

"Surely ya don't mean the Champion?" Cooky asked as she started cleaning up the cup she dropped.

"What other Sarah would dare to mark me in such a way?" Jareth spat as he headed for his wardrobe. "The question is how did she do it?"

Since his magic wasn't working, Jareth had to dress normally. He pulled an outfit from the wardrobe and started getting dressed. "I remember having dinner with Lord Lucas and then it's all a blank."

"Well, his Lordship left looking very pleased. When I cleared the dining hall you were brooding in your chair." Cooky explained.

"So our talk went well?" Jareth asked as he pulled on his tight pants, nothing on underneath.

"I believe so, not that I was eavesdropping on nothing"

Chuckling, Jareth shook his head. "Cooky nothing happens in my castle without you knowing it. It's been that way even when this was my Father's castle."

Shrugging, Cooky grinned. "True but you know that's been very useful to you."

"So it has."

As Jareth pulled his shirt on, he looked around the room, his sheets were on the floor, which wasn't unusual. He often tossed in his sleep and sometimes he wound up on the floor with the sheets. As he picked them up to toss them on his bed, he noticed something lying under his bed.

Kneeling he pulled out a small, silver, sequin-covered purse. "Interesting." He smirked.

"Now how did that get there?" Cooky inquired.

"How indeed."