Jareth was honestly surprised at how much he enjoyed his job. He wasn't one for any sort of labour, really. As a Fae, magic was used for most things...and being the ruler of the Underground, well...it was a full time job within itself, despite people's feelings otherwise
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He got up out of his seat and unclipped his ID badge, but in his brief moment of looking down, he nearly ran into someone passing. "Hell, sorry about that," he said to the man and couldn't stop his eyebrows raising at the guy's appearance. It was certainly a fashion statement.
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Quirking an eyebrow Jareth nodded at the fellow's lament on something to do. "The island seems to have adequate frivolities for people, I suppose." He shrugged. "Besides the ever frustrating inability to leave."
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Funny how things had a strange way of changing. Changing into something she hadn't expected or even really thought about wanting. She knew what she had wanted before - a life with Edward - but now Edward wasn't here, and she didn't know if he would be, or if she would have any way of getting home again.
Those kinds of thoughts were enough to keep her from wanting to be alone, and and so she had asked for (and been given) an iced tea in the casino and was watching the people give up the money they had to their name.
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Shaking his head slightly, he pushed her to the back of his thoughts, his eyes alighting on various people, finally coming to rest on a brown haired girl, who seemed to be sipping on something very unalcoholic. Stepping to her side, he smirked, letting his voice purr out. "You know, I'm sure I could get you with a bit more of a..bite."
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Not unless they were....and no, that wasn't. Not in the least.
"I haven't had anything stronger than this before," she said, lifting her chin to look up into a pair of eyes she hadn't seen before. "And I think I'm a little under age.."
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"Ahh..as long as you are eighteen, that is the legal drinking age in some places...I suppose we could make an acception?" He continued to spin one of his crystals. With a blow and a quick twist of his hand, the crystal morphed into a bottle of gin. "First time for everything.." He put out his hand. "However, where are my manners. I'm Jareth. Current floor manager."
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