Just when Jar had closed his eyes once again, a familiar voice lit up the night. Good thing he had decided to be an ass, because Delilah had seen the entire exchange with the pretty punk girl. She spoke with venom in her words, a venom that Jar recognized all too well, the same kind she had tried to poison him with in all of their fights. Some days he hated how jealous she was, sometimes it was endearing, but most days it wasn’t. Luckily, he wasn’t in a mood to be bothered today, it was vacation and he was going to damn well enjoy it.

Delilah pointed out the single tattoo she had, the grouping of five stars on her wrist that Jareth had ink on her himself. It took a lot of convincing to get Avi, the tattooist Jar apprenticed under, to let him tattoo a real person, but he managed to get permission in the end. Not only that, but Avi was impressed with his work on Delilah, impressed enough to let him try out a few other simple designs on willing customers. Once the punk girl left, thoroughly convinced that Lila was a crazy person, Lila headed over to him and sat in the beach chair beside his.

“Hey there, handsome” Delilah said in a remarkably similar fashion to the goth girl. Jar looked over at her, his eyes still a little squinty. The rays of the setting sun caught in her freshly showered hair, making her look absolutely radiant. [i]“Did it hurt much when you fell from heaven? ‘Cause you look like a damn angel, boo.”[/i] she said in a sultry voice. Wasn’t it supposed to be his job to butter her up with awful pick-up lines? Well, she wasn’t much for following rules, not since the first night they met and [i]she[/i] bought [i]him[/i] a drink on her own birthday. Despite the rule-breaking, actually, because of the rule-breaking, Jar offered her a beaming smile.

“Hurt? Nah, falling is the most fun an angel can have. How else would I have found you? Plus, what we do to each other isn’t really smiled upon by ‘the big guy’.” As if Jareth had ever given a shit about what God thought, or any religion in general. If there were deities, Jar wouldn’t believe that there was only one, so he leaned more towards studying the Viking gods, albeit atheistically. Jar sat up from the chair and wiggled his brows suggestively at her. He cupped Delilah’s cheeks in his hands and kissed her lips like he’d been longing to for the past however many hours. When their lips separated and Jar opened his eyes, he spoke. “You know, we never did get to dance earlier… how about we brush up on those lessons we took?” They had taken classical dancing lessons together in an attempt to look good at her parents’ Christmas party… which turned out to be a huge failure; they hated him on sight no matter how cute he looked in his ugly sweater or how good of a dancer he had become. Lila remarked that there wasn’t music anymore, to which Jar replied “In my head, there’s always music. Just follow my lead.” Lila giggled and smiled wide when he twirled her around and danced barefoot in the sand with her.

“How’s Addy?” he asked with genuine care, although he figured she must be doing okay for Lila to be down here dancing with him.