Eden/Jareth | 9PM
He'd decided that another pint would do him good - he didn't want to drink all of the good shit in one night, especially since he wasn't going to be able to get it again until next year. He'd have bought more, but he could only carry so much and the stall didn't deliver. Poor fucking business choice, if you asked him, but no one did, so here he was. A few drinks and he'd be gone.
Except now there was some woman in his way. Jareth sighed and would have walked away if she hadn't said anything to him. Being polite wasn't Jareth's strong point, but he could at least respond if someone talked to him. Hopefully, that would be the end of it; maybe she was waiting for someone and was just being polite. Doubtful.