Jaskier bites his pillow as he comes all over his sheets, not even caring about the stain right now. It turns out it's true: sex does help with headaches - he feels so much better.
He takes a few seconds to bask in the afterglow before texting her again.
Fuck. That was a good one. The image of you with my seed on your tits is going to haunt me. How am I supposed to go to class with that in my mind?
Something that will kill my boner? But I am trying to forget my argument with your father!
This Friday at Elftown. Starts at 6pm, but I'll be there very early since I'll be rehearsing with the band for the wedding. So you can come by whenever you like. Perdita will be at the door, you can drop Susie's business card or yours there.
Oh, before I forget - don't make jokes about Perdita's beard? Or at least, ask first. Dwarves are sensitive about their beards and this world hasn't been kind in that regard.
I was trying to make a joke about your father being the perfect boner killer. I almost used Joel, but as annoyed as I may be by his attitude, I also can't deny he's cute.
Right now? Midge, I'm quite sure women with beards have never in style around here.
If it made you happy, then it was worth it. And I got to try your brisket, which was indeed amazing.
Wasn’t aware that Perdita was a woman. Yes, women with beards aren’t considered sideshows in circuses.
It did make me happy, though I could tell that you were holding back. I’m glad you liked the brisket though. I’d be happy to come over and make it for your family.
Yes, Perdita is a delightful dwarven woman. All dwarves have beards regardless of gender.
I was being a fucking saint until it all went to shit. I believe I get points for trying. Yes, of course! I'll let you know as soon as I find a day that Yennefer isn't too tired - putting the spell on your suitcase will take some energy.
Jaskier's week is incredibly busy again, but honestly, he loves it. Well, the dealing with the clients part not so much. But the classes, the composing, the rehearsing? Ah, it feels good to be creatively active. And with Midge keeping up with their silly chats throughout the day, Jaskier stays in a great mood.
When Midge shows up at Elftown on Friday, she'll find Perdita sweeping the reception and setting up a lectern. As Jaskier mentioned, she has a very long beard, but it is nicely braided and has cute beads on it that match her lovely dress.
"Oh, hello," she says when she sees Midge. Her smile is friendly, but she sounds confused. "Are you here for the art jam?" She has trouble believing that - Midge looks like a lady, not like the hippies and alternative artists that usually attend these things. "It starts in a couple of hours."
Midge is busy too, keeping up with her kids and working on some new jokes. She always loves getting texts from Jaskier, as they brighten her day.
Even though she’s been to Elftown before, Midge feels a bit awkward coming a few hours before the event, though she’s nosy and wants to hear Jaskier practice with the band for the wedding. She smiles somewhat awkwardly at the dwarf.
“I am. You must be Perdita. I’m Midge, a friend of Jaskier’s.”
The braid and the beads look cute in her beard, but Midge can only imagine the type of reactions she gets on the street.
Perdita perks up as soon as she hears the name. "Midge! Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you! Welcome, welcome!" She grabs Midge's hand and enthusiastically shakes it. "Jaskier has talked so much about you! Just a second, I gotta-"
She rushes behind the reception desk and takes out two things: a clear plastic box that she puts on top of the desk, and a guest book that she puts down on the lectern. Perdita goes through a bunch of pages from previous jams to find a clean one, and if Midge pays attention, she'll notice tons of doodles and poems left by artists. When she finally finds the clean page with today's date, she turns to Midge again.
"Business cards on the box. If you don't have any, you can write down your number when you sign the book. It can just be a little message, but--" Suddenly, she looks a bit bashful. "A joke would be welcome too."
Once Midge has signed, Perdita guides her inside. "I'm still setting things up, so I hope you don't mind the mess."
To be fair, it's not that messy - the place is clean, it just needs preparation. Chairs are still on top of the tables, and there are a bunch of boxes with different things: huge paint-stained sheets, ashtrays, chalk in every color, and paint-stained water pots. Jaskier's voice can be heard even before they reach the main area.
"In what world is that a C minus?!"
Perdita shakes her head. "Musicians." But she sounds fond.
The actual mess is on the stage and the floor in front of it: paper. Paper everywhere.
Sheet music, to be exact. With lots of notes, cross out words, and rewritten lyrics. Sometimes they're just paper balls. At least eight different pens. There's a small table in front of the stage, too, filled with empty glasses and snack plates.
On the drums, there's a human man with a mighty mustache and a cigarette problem. A human woman with a pixie cut holds a sax. A lovely elven girl sits at the piano, and the elven boy, who is obviously her twin, sits on a stool with a bass. As for Jaskier... the thing about his meetings with Midge in public so far, is that they were short before they turned into sex. But if Jaskier spends too long at a party or bar, the same thing always happens: the buttons of his collar become annoying. Today isn't the exception: his long jacket is hanging on the microphone stand, his sleeves are already rolled, and his tie is loose. At least the smoky makeup is on point.
They don't see Midge because they're busy discussing some corrections to a song. There's not enough time to write and practice a whole set of new songs, many of their tunes at the wedding will be popular things from the radio. But practicing those has taught Jaskier enough to write a few new things that match the local music. With the help of the band, he's found a style that he likes and can call his. Once they agree on the new words, Jaskier sits on a wooden box with his guitar and they start playing the new song from the beginning. Jaskier's lovely voice echoes in the bar and the other musicians (except for the sax player, for obvious reasons) provide backup vocals. They need a bit of practice to reach perfect harmony, but they're still damn good.
“Has he?” she can’t help but ask. So many people tell her that, and perhaps she ought not read into it.
Midge looks in her purse for Susie’s card. “It’s my manager’s card,” she says, “but I’ll put my name on it too.” She takes the pen and writes ‘Mrs. Maisel’ on the card before dropping it in the box. Then, she looks to the guest book. A signature on the previous page draws her attention and she goes back to look at it. “Lenny Bruce has come to one of these before?” she asks. It’s a little surprising, but Lenny is very progressive. This seems right up his alley.
With a little smile, Midge writes a joke and signs with her stage name before following Perdita into the club. “Not at all,” she replies. “Please let me know how I can help.”
Admittedly, she’s here to spy on Jaskier’s rehearsal, and what she sees — and hears — doesn’t disappoint. He’s in the midst of his work, and Midge doesn’t interrupt him, but he looks good and his band doesn’t sound too bad either. She wonders if he wrote the song that he’s singing. If so, it’s clear that some of the popular styles of music from this realm are having an influence on his art.
Midge grins as she listens to him, too distracted to help Perdita with whatever needs to be done.
"You would?" Perdita is so relieved. "Oh, thank you so much! You truly are a sweetheart!" Implying someone called her that before. Who could that possibly be.
The band plays that same song two more times, with a few arguments in between. That's the nature of practice. Perdita giggles at Midge's lovestruck expression and casually guides her through what needs to be done. The big sheets are put down on an empty area where painters will put their things (she explains how hard it was to remove the paint from the floor, which is why they started this). Water pots are filled and left on a table that they move to that area. The chalk is put on a bowl on a stool next to a black wall that can be used as a board. Chairs are brought down from the tables and ashtrays are spread.
They need to move the table in front of the stage, since that's the area for dancing. Perdita asks Midge to help take away the glasses and plates, but she knows better than touching the sheet music.
The band has changed to an Elvis song by the time Perdita interrupts them.
"Time to move your butts or I'll use all these papers for the grill!"
This finally makes them snap out of their little world and turn to look at the bar.
"Perdita, dear, you wouldn't--" Jaskier's eyes widen. "Midge?!" The band gasps when they hear the name, clearly recognizing it. "Fuck, when did you get here?"
Jaskier puts down his guitar to jump off the stage and welcome Midge with a hug and a kiss to her cheek. The other musicians are waving at her and grinning, saying things like about time we put a face to the name.
Midge helps the dwarf and soon the place is looking more organized. She’s actually a great person to ask for help. Midge is wonderful at taking charge and getting things set up. She makes sure that all of the tables have paper and pens for writing.
Jaskier finally notices her when she returns from bringing the plates and glasses back to the kitchen. “About 45 minutes ago,” she replies. “I didn’t want to interrupt your rehearsal.”
Midge wraps her arms around him, happy to hold him for a moment. Her cheeks flush as she waves at the other musicians on the stage. Apparently, he’s been talking about her.
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Yes. Come all over my tits, Jaskier. Only you get to come on the tits and the face of the most gorgeous woman in the room.
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He takes a few seconds to bask in the afterglow before texting her again.
Fuck. That was a good one. The image of you with my seed on your tits is going to haunt me. How am I supposed to go to class with that in my mind?
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When is the art jam?
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This Friday at Elftown. Starts at 6pm, but I'll be there very early since I'll be rehearsing with the band for the wedding. So you can come by whenever you like. Perdita will be at the door, you can drop Susie's business card or yours there.
Oh, before I forget - don't make jokes about Perdita's beard? Or at least, ask first. Dwarves are sensitive about their beards and this world hasn't been kind in that regard.
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Beards aren’t really in style right now, unless you’re very old. Or a rabbi. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.
Even if last night wasn’t ideal, I’m still glad that you came.
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Right now? Midge, I'm quite sure women with beards have never in style around here.
If it made you happy, then it was worth it. And I got to try your brisket, which was indeed amazing.
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Wasn’t aware that Perdita was a woman. Yes, women with beards aren’t considered sideshows in circuses.
It did make me happy, though I could tell that you were holding back. I’m glad you liked the brisket though. I’d be happy to come over and make it for your family.
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Yes, Perdita is a delightful dwarven woman. All dwarves have beards regardless of gender.
I was being a fucking saint until it all went to shit. I believe I get points for trying. Yes, of course! I'll let you know as soon as I find a day that Yennefer isn't too tired - putting the spell on your suitcase will take some energy.
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Like most people here, they won’t be as progressive as you are, but they aren’t bad people. Papa thought you were a great musician.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter as long as everyone can try to get along for the wedding.
Sure. Just let me know.
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When Midge shows up at Elftown on Friday, she'll find Perdita sweeping the reception and setting up a lectern. As Jaskier mentioned, she has a very long beard, but it is nicely braided and has cute beads on it that match her lovely dress.
"Oh, hello," she says when she sees Midge. Her smile is friendly, but she sounds confused. "Are you here for the art jam?" She has trouble believing that - Midge looks like a lady, not like the hippies and alternative artists that usually attend these things. "It starts in a couple of hours."
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Even though she’s been to Elftown before, Midge feels a bit awkward coming a few hours before the event, though she’s nosy and wants to hear Jaskier practice with the band for the wedding. She smiles somewhat awkwardly at the dwarf.
“I am. You must be Perdita. I’m Midge, a friend of Jaskier’s.”
The braid and the beads look cute in her beard, but Midge can only imagine the type of reactions she gets on the street.
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She rushes behind the reception desk and takes out two things: a clear plastic box that she puts on top of the desk, and a guest book that she puts down on the lectern. Perdita goes through a bunch of pages from previous jams to find a clean one, and if Midge pays attention, she'll notice tons of doodles and poems left by artists. When she finally finds the clean page with today's date, she turns to Midge again.
"Business cards on the box. If you don't have any, you can write down your number when you sign the book. It can just be a little message, but--" Suddenly, she looks a bit bashful. "A joke would be welcome too."
Once Midge has signed, Perdita guides her inside. "I'm still setting things up, so I hope you don't mind the mess."
To be fair, it's not that messy - the place is clean, it just needs preparation. Chairs are still on top of the tables, and there are a bunch of boxes with different things: huge paint-stained sheets, ashtrays, chalk in every color, and paint-stained water pots. Jaskier's voice can be heard even before they reach the main area.
"In what world is that a C minus?!"
Perdita shakes her head. "Musicians." But she sounds fond.
The actual mess is on the stage and the floor in front of it: paper. Paper everywhere.
Sheet music, to be exact. With lots of notes, cross out words, and rewritten lyrics. Sometimes they're just paper balls. At least eight different pens. There's a small table in front of the stage, too, filled with empty glasses and snack plates.
On the drums, there's a human man with a mighty mustache and a cigarette problem. A human woman with a pixie cut holds a sax. A lovely elven girl sits at the piano, and the elven boy, who is obviously her twin, sits on a stool with a bass. As for Jaskier... the thing about his meetings with Midge in public so far, is that they were short before they turned into sex. But if Jaskier spends too long at a party or bar, the same thing always happens: the buttons of his collar become annoying. Today isn't the exception: his long jacket is hanging on the microphone stand, his sleeves are already rolled, and his tie is loose. At least the smoky makeup is on point.
They don't see Midge because they're busy discussing some corrections to a song. There's not enough time to write and practice a whole set of new songs, many of their tunes at the wedding will be popular things from the radio. But practicing those has taught Jaskier enough to write a few new things that match the local music. With the help of the band, he's found a style that he likes and can call his. Once they agree on the new words, Jaskier sits on a wooden box with his guitar and they start playing the new song from the beginning. Jaskier's lovely voice echoes in the bar and the other musicians (except for the sax player, for obvious reasons) provide backup vocals. They need a bit of practice to reach perfect harmony, but they're still damn good.
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Midge looks in her purse for Susie’s card. “It’s my manager’s card,” she says, “but I’ll put my name on it too.” She takes the pen and writes ‘Mrs. Maisel’ on the card before dropping it in the box. Then, she looks to the guest book. A signature on the previous page draws her attention and she goes back to look at it. “Lenny Bruce has come to one of these before?” she asks. It’s a little surprising, but Lenny is very progressive. This seems right up his alley.
With a little smile, Midge writes a joke and signs with her stage name before following Perdita into the club. “Not at all,” she replies. “Please let me know how I can help.”
Admittedly, she’s here to spy on Jaskier’s rehearsal, and what she sees — and hears — doesn’t disappoint. He’s in the midst of his work, and Midge doesn’t interrupt him, but he looks good and his band doesn’t sound too bad either. She wonders if he wrote the song that he’s singing. If so, it’s clear that some of the popular styles of music from this realm are having an influence on his art.
Midge grins as she listens to him, too distracted to help Perdita with whatever needs to be done.
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The band plays that same song two more times, with a few arguments in between. That's the nature of practice. Perdita giggles at Midge's lovestruck expression and casually guides her through what needs to be done. The big sheets are put down on an empty area where painters will put their things (she explains how hard it was to remove the paint from the floor, which is why they started this). Water pots are filled and left on a table that they move to that area. The chalk is put on a bowl on a stool next to a black wall that can be used as a board. Chairs are brought down from the tables and ashtrays are spread.
They need to move the table in front of the stage, since that's the area for dancing. Perdita asks Midge to help take away the glasses and plates, but she knows better than touching the sheet music.
The band has changed to an Elvis song by the time Perdita interrupts them.
"Time to move your butts or I'll use all these papers for the grill!"
This finally makes them snap out of their little world and turn to look at the bar.
"Perdita, dear, you wouldn't--" Jaskier's eyes widen. "Midge?!" The band gasps when they hear the name, clearly recognizing it. "Fuck, when did you get here?"
Jaskier puts down his guitar to jump off the stage and welcome Midge with a hug and a kiss to her cheek. The other musicians are waving at her and grinning, saying things like about time we put a face to the name.
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Jaskier finally notices her when she returns from bringing the plates and glasses back to the kitchen. “About 45 minutes ago,” she replies. “I didn’t want to interrupt your rehearsal.”
Midge wraps her arms around him, happy to hold him for a moment. Her cheeks flush as she waves at the other musicians on the stage. Apparently, he’s been talking about her.