Hello, fellow readers! Another new short story is in the works :D No one ever told me that writing would be this addictive... anyway, this story is inspired by the song Drink On It by Blake Shelton. I was listening to it and I thought, hey this could be an interesting story between Sarah and Jareth. Just in a more adult way haha. It'll be short(ish). I'm thinking maybe like 4-6 chapters, if that, just to explore the type of conversation they would have in a bar, etc. I hope you enjoy this one!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing from Labyrinth and I'm not profiting off these stories in any way.

Sarah knew how to do this. She let out a heap of air and exited her car, as her body hummed with anticipation. She heard her heels click over the asphalt which only added to her eagerness. She couldn't decide if it was the audible evidence that she was moving and getting closer to her destination, or if the shoes acted as a reminder that she wore her sexy heels for one purpose and one purpose only tonight.

She walked across the parking lot and felt chilled from the Tahoe air, but saw the hotel up ahead in the distance; it gave off a modern yet warm feel, with stone pillars and dark wood to remind visitors that you were in the beautiful outdoors. Yet hiking and skiing were the last things on her mind as she stepped inside the warm interior and looked around, her eyes landing on the big oak doors that led to the lounge she frequented so often.

As she walked through the Lodge, Sarah could feel curious eyes sweep over herself – she wore a red, clingy, and sexy dress. She glanced around the building and forgot how much she liked coming here. It was warm, woody, and the walls were of course hung with things such as skis, stuffed animal heads, and hunting vests. So cliché, Sarah thought, but it added to the outdoorsy feel nonetheless. She continued walking and didn't mind that people were staring and gawking at her- in fact, she loved the attention, for it gave her confidence that tonight would turn out good. Not that it ever turned out bad, she reminded herself.

Sarah walked into the lounge, took a seat at the bar, and the gaze of the attractive bartender seemed to hold no judgement over her as he asked her what she would like to drink.

"Can I have a white wine spritzer please?" Sarah requested. She used to start out with hard alcohol, but soon realized that it made her too drunk, dulling her senses too much. Even a simple glass of red wine left her feeling tipsier than she wanted to be sometimes, so watering the drink down a little with Sprite would make it perfect.

"Sure thing, hon," the bartender acquiesced and went to get her a drink.

He came back a couple of minutes later, and Sarah brushed her long dark hair to the side, and fluttered her smoky eyes to the bartender when he delivered her drink.

Sarah settled into her seat then, and took in her surroundings to get an idea of the bar's patrons. She saw an old, creepy-looking man staring at her from a booth and immediately looked away. She continued to scan and saw a bunch of masculine looking men in a darkish corner laughing and the sound heightened her senses. They could be possible suitors, Sarah thought. One of them had to be cute. Sarah reminded herself to come back to them as she kept looking and saw what seemed like three college boys ogling her from the end of the bar. Too young, she told herself. Flattering enough, but Sarah was thirty and needed someone her own age. If there were any females in the bar, she didn't notice.

Sarah pursed her lips, not completely enchanted with tonight's options so far, with the exception of the men in the corner. She would give this bar a chance for a while and move along if need be. It was like hunting- the best hunters were patient, quiet, and struck when the prey came to them.

This whole endeavor used to make her nervous; she would question herself constantly and analyze everything around her. The act of walking into a bar, meeting a man, and leaving with him was accompanied by valid fear, for she knew the inherent dangers it could lead to. But she was smart and in control, and fear began to wash away and was replaced by power. What once seemed nerve racking was now easy and came natural.

Sarah's low cut red dress had showed off her curves and flashed a considerable amount of cleavage- cleavage that made a promise. The shoes added to her confidence, and made her feel like a woman unafraid of her needs; a woman who took what she wanted. She took a few more sips of her drink, and no more than a few minutes later was another one set in front of her.

"From the guys at the end of the bar," the bartender explained.

Sarah looked in their direction and saw that it was the college boys. They were all cute, sure, but not only were they too young, she just wasn't interested. They looked inexperienced and boys at that age were generally selfish when it came to sex.

"Tell them thanks," Sarah began. "But I'm actually meeting someone later."

The bartender raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "Are you?" he asked.

"Well, I'm sure I will eventually," she replied with a smirk on her face.

He grinned back at her, dropping a hint that he liked her style and headed to the group of guys to give them the bad news. All she heard from the end of the bar was "Shit." She had cost them several dollars after all, but she figured they'd pursue other avenues later.

All of a sudden another glass was plunked down next to her from behind, and she turned to see – god damnit – the old guy sitting in the booth from earlier. Though he wasn't as old as Sarah first thought him to be, probably in his early fifties, but he definitely was not her type regardless.

"You're looking a little lonely," he said.

"Well, I'm not," she assured him sharply.

"You sure? Cause…I can keep ya good company," he tried convincing her.

"Really. I'm fine," Sarah said even more harshly.

"Damn, woman, I just came over to say hi, you know get to know you a little." He sounded somewhat upset and offended. Not that Sarah cared. She knew how to play this game, and in this game, you didn't have to be nice.

"I'm meeting someone, so move along," she told him. Technically it wasn't a lie, she would meet someone eventually. She never went home unsuccessful.

"You've been sittin' here by yourself for half an hour," the man pointed out. "So I doubt you're meetin' anyone. Let me buy you a drink."

Sarah met the man's glassy eyes, and stared right through him. "Look. It's really none of your business who I'm meeting or not. So like I said, move along." She spoke pointedly.

The older man swallowed, and snarled his lips. "Whatever," he said. He took his glass and turned to walk away, muttering, "Bitch," as he left.

Sarah rolled her eyes. Where were all the hot and non-drunk men, she wondered.

"Shit, I'm sorry about that," the bartender told her as he approached, apparently having heard what just happened.

"It's okay," Sarah reassured him. In her normal life, such an insult would wound her, but here she didn't take it to heart.

No more than a few minutes later, a cute guy with blondish hair approached the bar, a few feet to her left. "Hey man, can I get a couple more beers?" he asked the bartender in a friendly way. He glanced Sarah's way and offered a short "Hi."

Sarah smiled back without planning it. "Hi." And the insides of her thighs warmed.

She watched him as he chatted with the bartender and noted his outfit- stylish jeans, a black V-neck shirt, and his hair was dirty blonde and thick.

When the bartender turned to get the beers, she struck up a conversation, pointing over her shoulder. "So uh, is that you and your friends I hear having such a good time over there?" The males from the corner of the bar continued to laugh and it was background music to her current thoughts.

The cute guy met her gaze, his eyes a vivid green that drew her attention. "Crap, I'm sorry. I didn't realize we were being that loud."

Sarah shook her head, letting him know it was no issue. "No no, it's okay. I don't mind. I just hate to know that I'm missing out on the party," she teased.

He smiled and shrugged. "Well, you're welcome to join us," he said. "Although, you might feel outnumbered with a bunch of guys, all of whom are mostly drunk."

Sara tilted her head. "Are you drunk?" she asked, eyebrows lifting.

Rather than simply saying yes or no, he held out his right hand, palm down, teetering it back and forth, as if implying he was somewhere in between. Sarah liked his measured honesty and laughed. "Me too," she said.

"So…are you meeting somebody? A date?" he asked. Sarah was impressed that he wasn't shy about letting his green eyes roam her body a little, and it made her feel even warmer.

"I was. But…looks like I got stood up," Sarah lied. She made it a point to say it smoothly and as though she wasn't upset over it.

"Well, that guy is an idiot."

Sarah smiled. "Thanks."

He then moved in closer, and sat down on the stool next to hers. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure," Sarah responded. "But what about your friends?"

He gave her a look that asked, seriously? "Let's see…I can either hang out with a group of hammered guys or…I can sit here and talk with a beautiful woman. I'm not an idiot, so I'll take option two."

The bartender set down a couple of beers and went to go make Sarah another spritzer.

"What's your name?" her suitor, aka her prey, asked.

"Rachel." Sarah made it a point to never give out her real name, no matter what.

"I'm Cole," he said.

"Well, Cole. You're suddenly making my night look a lot more promising."

Cole gave her a cocky smile and the two struck up a conversation for what felt like an hour before he told her he'd be right back, as he had to go use the restroom.

They had gone through an entire drink during their conversation, and Sarah ordered what would be her third spritzer from the bartender, waiting for Cole to come back. She noticed that his friends' laughter had died down, so Sarah turned her head in that direction and found the guys were nowhere to be seen. When the hell did they leave? Sarah looked to the floor and scrunched her eyebrows.

Ten minutes later and still no Cole. Sarah let out an annoyed sigh and looked around the bar. New people had come in, but no one who would have captured her interest. Sarah couldn't help but feel agitated. What was Cole doing? Taking a shit? She sipped her drink when a tingly sensation crept all over her body, and she suddenly had a weird feeling take over.

"Don't you just hate when someone leaves unexpectedly like that?" came a low voice from behind Sarah.

She instantly froze. Sarah's eyes widened as she looked blankly ahead and over the bar counter, and her heart began to flutter; she knew that voice. He sat down in the seat to her immediate right, but Sarah refused to look over right away.

"What did you do, Rachel? Scare the poor man off?" he continued to say.

Sarah turned her entire body and faced the man ridiculing her. There, staring at her with a smoldering glare, was none other than Jareth, The Goblin King. The man she once beat and rejected. Except, he didn't quite look as how she remembered him. Instead of his fancy and eccentric getup, he was wearing a long sleeved, black button up shirt, jeans, and his hair was much darker than it used to be and cut in a style just below his ears and layered perfectly. Despite his new appearance, she would recognize him anywhere, in any form. She knew those eyes, those cheekbones and eyebrows, and that devilish grin. He looked so normal and…delicious.

Sarah gulped. She hadn't seen him in fifteen years. Sure, she asked about him often when she and Hoggle would visit each other, but she was too scared to ever confront him and she thought he wanted nothing to do with her, given the fact that he hadn't reached out either. Yet…here he was tonight, of all places and damn he looked good. Sarah frequented this bar somewhat regularly, but she hadn't seen him once. What the hell could be doing here? This was a random enough bar and he just happens to be in Tahoe too? Sarah highly doubted that, and was wary of his intentions. Could he have done something to Cole? That smug bastard. Sarah suddenly felt way too exposed in her dress, and tried covering herself up as best she could, but it was no use.

Jareth looked her up and down as he watched Sarah fidget with her dress, and gave her an approving look. He couldn't help but take note in how beautiful and sexy of a woman she had turned out to be, and he loved seeing her so tense and anxious. He had her all to himself now.

"Hello, Sarah. It has been a long time," Jareth said after a while.

Sarah cleared her throat, and decided to at least pretend his presence didn't unnerve her.

"What…what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm doing well Sarah, thank you for asking," Jareth teased.

Sarah continued to just stare at him; she wasn't in the mood to play games.

"Oh alright. If you must know... I was in the area," Jareth started to explain with no hesitation in his voice. "I like to come here sometimes. Tahoe is such a magical place, isn't it? Full of fine people and… activities. But I suppose… I come here for the same reasons as you."

Sarah narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me? The same reasons as me?"

"Yes, with the intentions of meeting and going home with someone," Jareth responded. "That is what you come here for, is it not? I saw you with that man earlier, and the way you're dressed, well. That requires no further explanation."

Sarah wanted to slap that silly look off his face. How dare he judge her! And to just assume she comes here to have sex with strangers? Well, she does, but that was beside the point. She could be with her boyfriend for all he knew! In fact, she was with someone earlier who just happens to disappear when he shows up? Yeah, something was off.

"The way I'm dressed?" Sarah remarked. "There's nothing wrong with my dress. And for all you know my boyfriend could be using the bathroom, you dick," Sarah said in a defensive and accusatory tone.

Jareth laughed. "Oh, Sarah. Your dress screams for male attention. Surely your boyfriend wouldn't approve of such clothing, if you even had one; I know for a fact you're here alone. Now, anyway." He raised his eyebrows, making it seem like he had something to do with Cole's disappearance.

Sarah couldn't believe this. "What did you do?" she asked.

"Why Sarah…whatever do you mean?" Jareth said innocently.

"Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I mean. I find it hard to believe that one, you being here is just a coincidence. Two, I know you did something to Cole, so thanks a lot for that. And three… I highly doubt you of all people come here with the sole intention to pick up women. That seems a bit desperate for a supposed King, don't you think?"

"Are you suggesting I'm here for you? Do you always think so highly of yourself?" Jareth asked in a condescending tone, making Sarah feel slightly stupid. "As far as your little boyfriend goes, I actually had nothing to do with that. Last I checked, I believe he quite literally fell asleep in the bathroom. And concerning the women I meet… I like to think of it as a hobby- 'which despairing mortal woman is eager for love tonight?'" He let out another laugh that sent chills up Sarah's spine. "If that makes me desperate, as you put it Precious, what does that make you?" Jareth criticized, as he put his elbow on the bar.

The bartender came back over just then, asked Jareth what he wanted to drink, and winked at Sarah, indicating that she chose right. She fumed inside, wanting so badly to tell him that this man sitting next to her wasn't her pick of the night! This was just a misunderstanding!

"I'll have a scotch on the rocks, please," Jareth told the bartender. "Make that a Johnnie Walker."

"You got it, man," the bartender said.

Sarah watched the interaction between the bartender and Jareth, and her cool was hanging on by a thin thread. She still didn't understand what Jareth was doing here, and why he looked so human-like. She hoped and prayed he hadn't been stalking her. She didn't believe him that he just happens to come here occasionally and had nothing to do with Cole supposedly falling asleep in the bathroom. Maybe he was more drunk than he let on? She opened her mouth to say something, but then stopped, for she had no words. Her confidence was shrieking, especially after his comment in which he basically called her desperate. Such an asshole, Sarah thought.

Jareth turned his attention back to Sarah, and gave her another condescending look as he tilted his head, studying her. He could tell she was uncomfortable and speechless, and he loved toying with her; it was too easy. Fifteen long years it had been since he saw her last, and he wanted to make her squirm before he took her in bed, which he planned to. Of course he knew she was here tonight. He really had nothing to do with her silly mortal, the poor bloke just couldn't handle his drink. What was his loss was now Jareth's gain, and it was only a matter of time before she would give in, he knew it. Was that arrogant of him to think? Absolutely. But given how Sarah's thighs clenched together, and how flushed she looked, he could tell that he was getting under her skin already, in such short time. This would be a piece of cake, as she once put it.

"My my, Sarah. Is this how you interact with all men at the bar? This…squeamish and defensive? Your success rate must be quite low if this is indeed how you go about handling business," Jareth said mockingly.

The bartender came back just then and gave Jareth his drink. Before he walked away, Sarah asked for three shots of tequila. She was going to need some liquid courage if she was going to sit here and talk with this pompous ass.

Sarah downed one shot once they were given to her, looked at Jareth, and let out a huff.

"You know…you haven't changed once. You're still an egotistical bastard, and what I do here is none of your damn business. So why don't you just leave me alone. You've done a good enough job at it for the last fifteen years." Sarah suddenly regretted her words, fearing that he might notice the disappointment in her voice, stemmed from his neglect all these years.

"Such brashness, Sarah. Tsk, tsk. It's a wonder you've able to bring anyone home with that kind of attitude. Then again, nothing was ever good enough for you, so forgive me for assuming you go home empty handed frequently."

Sarah let out an annoyed laugh and shook her head. She wasn't about to let him make her feel worthless. "First of all, I never go home empty handed, you jackass. Secondly, I still refuse to believe that you being here is just a coincidence. So really…what are you doing here? And don't tell me it's to pick up some random woman." Sarah crossed her arms and was determined to figure out Jareth's real reason for showing up tonight.

Jareth threw up his hands as if in defeat.

"You caught, me Precious. The real reason I'm here…."

Sarah waited for an answer.

"…is for you."

AN: I'm obsessed with David Bowie's look from 1999-2001. Well, I'm obsessed with all of his looks but that longer hair...ugh. He aged like fine wine. And he always had the best hairstyles. So his look from 1999 is my inspiration for his appearance in this story. Yum. Also, yeah. Sarah's character gets around in this Fic, but who cares. I can already imagine that some people might not like a shameless Sarah, but I think it's a fun avenue to explore. So stay open minded ;)