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"I smell some tasty snacks."

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|| Sobriety is Out of the Question ||

The night was still quite young when Jareth slipped away from the castle and headed toward his favorite pub. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he walked, enjoying the opportunity to stretch his legs a bit. It had been a very long day filled with stressful yet pointless meetings. Why couldn't people just make up their minds as to what they wanted so that at least the arguments that took place would be on topic rather than a repeat of the usual insults regarding someone's lineage or race? It made him weary, and that wasn't exactly an emotion he could handle more of at the moment. He took a few deep breaths of fresh air, closing his eyes and letting the cool breeze brush against his skin. An almost calm feeling settled over him after a few minutes. Aside from work, he'd had a fairly good day. There were no pressing crises that required him to come up with a solution that would no doubt cause someone to despise him, which was rather rare lately. It seemed many of his subjects were disgruntled for one reason or another. Jareth did his best to rule fairly, but he feared that sometimes his people either forgot the mess he'd been handed when the previous ruler had passed or that they remembered too well and expected him to fail in a similar fashion. He gave them everything that was in his power to provide in order to keep everyone safe and happy. Even when he was struggling with issues of his own, Jareth made certain that his people did not suffer with him. Yet there was only so much he could do when so many groups had varying and conflicting interests! A frown slowly worked its way onto his lips. He grumbled irritably and shoved his hands into his pockets, good mood ruined by little more than wandering thoughts. Fortunately he would soon be too plastered to think at all. That didn't necessarily guarantee happiness, but perhaps he could cause a little harmless trouble while he was in town. He was already the laughingstock of the Underground. A few more stunts would just provide some stress relief and give everyone else present something to chuckle at the next morning over coffee. Jareth stared upward incredulously as it started to rain. The place he was going was just around the corner, but that wasn't the point. The point was...was...Well, he just didn't want rain, damnit! He let out a soft string of curses and walked faster. An absolute downpour started right after the fae closed the door. In truth, he was quite lucky to have darted inside with only a light layer of water sprinkling the back of his coat, but the scowl that curled on his lip clearly showed that he didn't feel that way. He pulled up a stool and ordered a pint of ale. It wasn't long before the alcohol started buzzing through his system, relaxing his thoughts and muscles. Soon he took the jacket off and let one of his boots rest lazily on the chair. The tips of his ears were tinged red, though of course they weren't visible. His cheeks were also rather rosy as he ordered yet another drink. There was a light and bubbly feeling running through him by that point, but he wasn't even close to being finished. No, he was still much too aware of both his surroundings and his emotions. That seemed to be all the better, however, as he spotted Valencia sitting in a booth not too far away. Jareth picked up his drink and sat down across from her with a smirk. "Hello, Val. You're looking quite lovely tonight, as always." he said smoothly. It was flirtatious, but he knew she would never take him seriously. That was one of the main reasons he did it. Not that he didn't mean the compliments he gave her! On the contrary, she was one of the few women he could speak honestly with, as he didn't have to worry about somehow offending her. Women were such delicate creatures at times. Or perhaps he was just an ass. The possibilities were interesting, but not enough to hold his interest when there was alcohol ready to be consumed in large quantities.