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Just as Jar was crossing the hall to his room to get dressed, Hunter came through the door. Thankfully he wasn’t the bashful type, so Jar didn’t blush at his state of undress, not that there was much time to be embarrassed because Hunter began hurling venom at him after slamming the door closed. “You asshole! You fucking asshole!” he bellowed and stormed towards him.

“Jesus!” Jar swore to a god he had never believed in as he stepped back and clutched a hand around the towel to keep it up. Was Hunter going to hit him? Sure, Jareth and Hunter had gotten into their fair share of fist fights through the years, but never with each other. Honestly, Jareth didn’t even know what he had done, so he just kept backing away from Hunter’s advance with a dumbfounded expression.

“You knew I had a problem! And what’s the first thing you do once we get on this god dammed ship?! YOU FUCKING SERVED FUCKING DRINKS!?” Hunter did all the explaining that Jareth needed. Shit… He thought guiltily. It was true, he did do that. But it’s not like he was being malicious, hell, it was fucking vacation for crying out loud. And not for nothing, but it was only a few shots, because he had convinced the waiter to give him virgin drinks without Hunter noticing last night. 

“I-I’m sorry.” Jar stammered out a quick apology. “You’re right, that was an asshole thing to do. I wasn’t thinking about that, you know how I am.” And how was he, exactly... inconsiderate? Selfish? An asshole? He could be all three, sometimes. Hunter continued angrily venting his frustrations. Jareth’s cheeks flushed, not a blush, but a response to getting upset. He was about to apologize again when he got really fed up. No, he wasn’t supposed to internalize things… it wasn’t healthy, that’s what Wendy had said. “You know what? Whatever, man. It was just a few shots before dinner. Those drinks you think  you had at dinner were alcohol-free. No need to thank me for that, though, asshole! Because you’re right, I’m the best scapegoat for your fucking problems, right? No, no, no, I don’t think so! Yeah, I gave you a drink, but I was also looking out for you. Whatever you did to fuck up after that is on you, don’t put that shit on me.”  Jareth broke his rant to refill his lungs with air.

“Waitwaitwait… hold up.” Something that Hunter said was finally just registering in his frazzled mind. “Did you just say Delilah? As in your ex, Delilah? ‘So-super-hot-you’ll-never-believe-it-Jar-but-no-I-don’t-have-any-pictures-to-prove-it’, Delilah?” Still pissed, Hunter managed to nod his head in acknowledgement. Actually, he looked less pissed and more sick now. 

“That’s fucking crazy!” Jar mused, “I just ran into Clo too.” Saying his pet name for her out loud stung a bit more than it should have. He could hardly remember why he was arguing anymore. “Man… why are we fighting? This is supposed to be the vacation of our lives. I’m sorry things went downhill for you last night. Look, no more alcohol.” Jar said before picking up his glass of whiskey and dumping it down the sink. No more alcohol for Hunter, that is. “See? Let’s just go get some pizza and waste some time in the arcade or something. Just us, and forget all about exes and drama. Okay?” He flashed a smile, the stupidly perfect white grin serving as a flag of surrender... and an apology.
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