AN: a few words defined before we begin and thanks to Heidi for finding them for me.

Bobolyne: An old Tudor English word for a fool that was coined by the 15th-16th century poet John Skelton, one of Henry VIII's schoolteachers.

Dalcop: Cop is an old word for the head, making a dalcop (literally a "dull-head") a particularly stupid person. You can also be a harecop or a "hare-brained" person.

Fustilugs: According to the Oxford English Dictionary, this term for "a woman of gross or corpulent habit" is derived from fusty, in the sense of something that's gone off or gone stale.

Jareth arrived in Vegas a little before 2 pm. He landed in an alley near his favorite clothing store. Usually, he didn't worry about his clothes, in Vegas no one questioned his style. But if he had decided to blend in the night before, Brioni would have been his first stop.

As soon as he walked in, he was greeted by one of the staff, "Welcome back Mr. Kingsley, so good to see you again. What can I do for you today?."

Jareth sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Was I here last night?"

"Uh oh, did you have too much fun?" The man teased. Before Jareth could reply the man continued, "I wasn't working, but I'm sure Martin would have logged your order in the books. Let's check."

Nodding Jareth followed the man to the office. "Thank you," he mumbled.

"Not a problem sir, anything for our favorite customer." He grabbed a large book from the desk and flipped some pages. "Yes, you got a charcoal suit with a gold tie and shoes. You paid in full and had 3 more suits delivered to your usual hotel."

Jareth looked at the book and nodded. "Thank you. You've been a great help." He handed the man a $20 bill and headed for the door. Once outside he hailed a cab and headed to the MGM Grand.

As soon as he walked in he was given the star treatment. He was escorted to his usual penthouse room by three blondes, only one actually worked for the hotel. The penthouse was filled with all his favorites and he found the 3 suits from Brioni were in the closet. The bed was a mess, so obviously he had been here the night before.

Two of the three blondes had followed him into the room and were looking around. "Very nice, daddy " one blonde grinned as she ran her hand along the back of the couch.

"You certainly know how to treat a girl." The other added.

"And what do you two dalcop bobolynes think you're doing in my suite?" Jareth scowled.

"I don't know what a dalcop bobolyne is but I like the sound of it." The first blonde said as she walked over to the Goblin King and ran her hand down his chest.

Grabbing her hand, Jareth pushed her away and growled angrily. "Unless either of you hare-brained fools know anything about my activities last night, I suggest you leave immediately."

"Are you telling us you forgot all about last night?" The second blonde inquired looking concerned.

"Aw that's ok baby," the first blonde smiled seductively. "We'll help you remember everything."

"You were with me last night?" Jareth asked.

"We..."

The second blonde started to speak but was cut off by her friend. "Oh yeah honey, all night long. We played for hours and you passed out around 3 am. When we woke up this morning you were gone. We saw you when you walked into this hotel and hurried to catch up to you."

"So, you and your friend showed me a good time last night?" Jareth smirked as he approached her. He glanced at the other one and she just nodded and avoided making eye contact. "And I was the first to pass out?"

"Don't feel bad sugar, there were two of us. I just didn't think the amount you drank and the drugs would make you forget everything?"

Chuckling, Jareth slowly ran a finger under her chin. "So are either of you missing a purse?"

"Purse? Oh honey I keep my valuables on me." She pulled her money from her bra and then tucked it back.

Looking at her friend she held up a small black bag. "Stuffing my bra is uncomfortable."

Before either could blink, Jareth had the closest blonde by the throat and the room suddenly seemed to darken. "Did you honestly believe that I would buy your ridiculous story? I don't do drugs, most alcohol has no effect on me. Also, there's no way in any realm that you two Fustilugs were able to outlast me." He squeezed til she flinched then threw her towards the door. "Leave before I find other ways to deal with you!"

The two blondes scrambled out of the room as fast as they could, the door slamming behind them.

Sighing, Jareth ran his hand through his hair. Any other day he would have let the two bimbettes try to keep up with him, but with his magic on the fritz and a night he couldn't remember there wasn't time to waste with that. He had to find the owner of the silver purse and figure out what had happened.

Looking around the suite, he noticed slips of paper on the coffee table, a pair of shoes, which he recognized as his, under the edge of the bed, the comforter and one pillow were on the floor.

Checking the papers, Jareth found receipts from various rollercoasters, Cirque du Soleil, the Penn and Teller magic show, and someplace called Dick's. He didn't recall ever going to any of those places during any of his past trips to Vegas, so they were good places to start searching for answers.

Walking to the bed, he picked up the pillow, held it to his face as he sat down, and took a deep breath. He could smell the detergent the hotel used, the familiar smell of his own magic, and the scent of a woman. He inhaled once more with his eyes closed. He knew that scent.

"No, no this can't be happening!" He screamed into the pillow before throwing it across the room. "I finally get her in my bed and I can't even remember it!"