Jareth & Sarah 10pm
Jareth wasn't one for bars, really. He wasn't the sort to go out and get smashed just because his life wasn't going the way he wanted it to. Instead he repeated past mistakes again and again and persued a woman who had time after time proved that she had no interest in him. Really, drinking himself to oblivion would have been far safer for the goblin king. That was why he was here now, in a place where he thought that she would be, watching Sarah across the room. She looked fabulous, in a little black dress with a necklace glinting at the light on her neck.
Against all better judgement, he walked closer to her, sidestepping most of the crowd easily (after all, few wanted to get near a man dressed as oddly as he was.
"Welcome to the party, Sarah." he said easily, as though he were the one responsible for this place and its faultless decoration.