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.
"As a musician, I really appreciate it. As your friend, I'm offended. Offended, I say!" He puts a hand on his chest, clearly exaggerating. He turns to Perdita. "You kidnapped her, didn't you?"
"You can be dramatic while picking up your shit, Jaskier," Perdita replies while bringing a trash can.
He chuckles while he starts picking up the sheet music from the table and the floor. The sax player has come down to do the same while the others are taking care of the papers on the stage. Every sheet gets a quick look and if it's useful, it gets thrown into the bass or guitar cases. If they're not, they end up in a ball in the trash. Most of it ends up in the trash, that's how many revisions they've done.
"Midge, this is Molly." The sax player gives Midge the once-over, showing that she met Jaskier at Rainbow Road. "This over here is Richard - we call him Dick because he won't put the death stick away." Dick gives Jaskier the finger. "The twins are Carnadhiel and Tarathiel, or Carrie and Tarrie. Their grandfather owns the place." The twins say 'hi' at the same time, and thank goodness they're smiling and pretty, otherwise it would be kinda creepy.
Everyone shakes Midge's hand and is happy to finally meet her; they also thank her for getting them the gig. Jaskier looks at Midge with the bounciness of a puppy. "So you heard the new song? What did you think?"
“I like her,” Midge replies, cocking her head towards Perdita.
She helps him pick up and organize the papers, but lets Jaskier or one of the band members decide its fate. All the revisions are part of the creative process; she’s scrapped and rewritten sets several times over.
Midge happily greets all of the band members. “You sound great. I’m sure Leah’s going to love you guys.” Bitch that she is.
“I liked it,” she tells Jaskier. “You’re trying for a more contemporary sound, I see.”
Perdita beams when Midge says she likes her, and keeps working with a big grin on her face.
The band thanks her for the compliment, explaining how hard it was to find their sound but also how happy they are that they finally have it. Jaskier gets even bouncier at Midge's words, if that's possible.
"Yes!" he exclaims with lots of excited hand gestures. "We'll do covers for the radio and all, but-- fuck, Midge, it feels so fucking good to finally have a local style that I like and can compose to. And I owe it to them." Everyone except Dick goes awww at his comment. "You want to hear more? We really need to practice with an audience." The band actually agrees with that. "Go, go, take a seat, let us serenade you." After kissing Midge's cheek again, he cries out-- "PERDITA! A MARTINI FOR THE LADY!" before running back to the stage.
This time, Jaskier doesn't sit on the box, he stands in front of the stage with his guitar by the microphone stand, which still has his jacket on it. The song is upbeat but still very romantic, and Jaskier looks at Midge while he sings the whole thing, adoration clear in his blue eyes.
Usually, Jaskier makes love to his whole audience, but now Midge is the only one so she gets all his attention. Or that's the excuse he tells himself anyway.
Midge sits down at a table near the stage, looking up at Jaskier and the rest of the band. Maybe she shouldn’t be taking the words that he’s singing so literally, but it’s hard not to when he’s looking right at her. She’s so entranced that she doesn’t even notice when Perdita puts the martini down on the table in front of her.
The song ends and Midge claps for the band. “You guys sound great,” she says before taking a sip of her martini.
Midge feels flushed. Despite all of the other people in the room, the way that Jaskier sang that felt very intimate.
The band thanks her for the compliment, and so does Jaskier. He's grinning from ear to ear and he can't stop looking at her. It really did feel like a very nice serenade for just the two of them, and his heart is beating pretty fast.
"If you're gonna fuck, at least take her backstage," Dick says from behind the drums. None of them is shy, but everyone still turns to him to scold him for ruining the moment.
"We can't even do dirty songs," Molly complains.
Jaskier turns to Midge again, nodding. "Leah told me to keep it clean. Which is fucking ironic considering she was getting her panties wet just by thinking about elves." Molly laughs while the twins complain at Jaskier. "What, I thought the moment was already ruined!"
"Do you think your family will catch on to metaphors?" Molly asks Midge before playing a few notes on her sax.
Jaskier immediately recognizes the song and chuckles before singing: "♫ I'll take you to the candy shop / I'll let you lick the lollipop / Go ahead, don't you stop / Keep going until you hit the spot ♫"
Midge bursts out laughing at Dick’s comment, though she also turns red.
“Yeah, Jaskier,” she says. “At least buy me dinner first.”
She shrugs and nods. “It’s a wedding. Nobody really wants dirty songs at a wedding. I see you went for Elven minors in the band so that Leah won’t be tempted.” Speaking of being tempted, Midge can’t wait to make jokes about her cousin apparently wanting to fuck Elves.
There’s another laugh at the lyrics to that song. “I feel like the metaphors there are not very subtle.”
Midge is so cute when she blushes; it makes Dick's comment worth it. She's right about the metaphors of the song not being subtle, and Molly and Jaskier are only joking around. They'd love to continue teasing her with dirty lyrics, but now their attention is on something else.
The entire band laughs when Midge calls the elves minors.
"Alright, everyone!" Jaskier announces with open arms. "Time to play 'how old are these fuckers'! Midge!" He points at her. "We'll give you a second chance, and if you do well, I may let you play with Perdita, too. How old are the twins?" He tilts his head as his hands rest on his hips, grinning in anticipation.
The band laughs again while Jaskier's face softens.
"Oh, darling... I feel like I'm torturing you now." After seeing some fantasy books in the library, he thought some myths would be better known. Obviously, he was wrong.
Jaskier puts down his guitar and jumps off the stage to move behind Midge, leaning over her shoulder as he points at the twins. "153 - that's the equivalent of a college student in human years." Then he points at Perdita, who is going to the front door to finally open the bar. "82 - she's a young adult in her culture. Like you." He kisses Midge's cheek as an apology. "Geralt is a little over 100, too. I just realized I never told you that."
“Jeez,” she replies. “Well, they look too young for Leah to lust over, but maybe she knows more about the lives of Elves than I do.” She takes another sip of her martini. “Geralt looks good for his age.”
Midge turns her eyes up to him. “And you, plain old human? I think you said 42, right?”
The band leaves the stage to make their way to the reception, since none of them signed the book. However, they still let out a big oooooh with clear amusement when they hear Midge's comment. The reason soon becomes obvious: Jaskier is gasping and stepping back with a hand on his chest.
"Plain?! Plain, she called me plain! Oh, my vicious lady, what have I done for you to insult me so?" At least, he doesn't sound offended. Just dramatic. "Is my age such a deterrent?" So she got that number right, and under the dramatics, Jaskier is glad.
She grins slyly at his reaction. “How insulting of me. I’m so sorry. In comparison with the Elves and dwarfs and witchers though, we both seem pretty plain.”
Taking her drink and her purse with her, Midge stands up from the table.
“Your age isn’t a deterrent at all,” she continues, “because you don’t look your age either.”
"I don't think you're plain at all. With pointy ears, you could pass off for an elf." He shakes his head in fake disappointment. "Tsk, tsk, such comparisons. You're thinking about Geralt's dick again, aren't you?"
The silly grin turns into a more sincere smile when she says he doesn't mind his age. He already knew this, but it's still nice to hear. Jaskier makes an exaggerated gesture to confirm they're alone and leans in to kiss her softly on the lips.
"Had to check. No deterrent at all indeed." He winks. "Missed you. Thanks for coming, truly. It's great having you here."
She laughs at that image. “I’m far too short to be an elf,” she replies. “They’re all… tall and willowy and blonde. Like Swedish people.” Her eyebrows go up again. “I think you’re the one thinking about Geralt’s dick.”
Midge wraps her arms around him and returns the kiss. She doesn’t mind the PDA as much in a place like this, as long as he’s okay with it.
“I missed you too. And when I said you didn’t look your age, I meant that you actually look 52 and that I have a thing for much older men.”
Willowy makes him laugh. "Mayhaps you're half elf, half dwarf. We just need to get you a beard." Jaskier likes to tease Midge about Geralt because he knows she thinks the witcher's attractive, but it isn't as fun when it hits too close to home, even if he doesn't think about that dick nowadays. Luckily, he has an honest answer to throw back. "I'm actually still thinking about the whole Goldilocks thing."
It's always at the back of his mind, even if it had been a silly joke. There's something special about being just right for someone.
PDA is always welcome in Jaskier's book, he's just more careful about it with Midge since she isn't as open about their relationship. He lets her choose where to express it.
"Ah, of course." He tries for a serious nod, but he's laughing. "You want those centuries - like your cousin." He hears some noises in the kitchen - it seems the cook and the waiters have arrived. "Things are getting started, so I should sign the book, too. Walk with me?" He offers his arm.
“Do you think I’d look cute with a beard?” Midge asks. “I could always stop waxing. Yes, you and your Goldilocks cock.”
Just right for her. It’s not lost on Midge that Jaskier is just right for her in a lot of ways, even if he isn’t Jewish. She’s feeling warm and loving tonight after his sweet serenade. Chances are, she’ll be touching him a lot.
Putting her hand on his arm, she accompanies him to sign Perdita’s guest book. “I’ll probably try to find a quiet corner to do some writing. What are you planning to do tonight?”
"You look cute in everything." He frowns a little bit in confusion. "What have you been waxing, exactly? Your shoes?" Yeah, he hasn't caught up to that part of female 'cosmetics' yet.
She'd better touch him a lot! He promised he wouldn't pick up anyone in front of her, and he plans to keep that promise. So being around so many creative, pretty people tonight? She'll be his outlet. He surprises himself by not minding that too much, she's always been great at keeping up with his affection.
"I don't make real plans, honestly. I like being spontaneous, seeing who comes and how they inspire me. Jump from table to table, mingle a little. Hear stories. We'll jam with some other musicians for sure - hopefully, a few dancers will attend too. But I do like the idea of cuddling with you on a booth and writing together. Would you like that?"
Once the last band member is done singing, Jaskier writes a little poem of his own and signs his name with a little buttercup doodle next to it.
“The hair on my face,” she says. “Also shaping my eyebrows. Do you think they just look like this naturally?” While Midge has natural beauty, there are a lot of things that she does to make herself look this good. At least she’s let Jaskier see her without makeup.
“I would like that,” she confirms. Despite seeing Lenny’s name in the book from a previous jam, she’s not expecting to know too many people here, certainly not anyone who would report back to her parents. At this point, would her parents even be surprised anyway?
“I’ll be sure to walk around and see what other people are doing as well.”
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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.
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"You can be dramatic while picking up your shit, Jaskier," Perdita replies while bringing a trash can.
He chuckles while he starts picking up the sheet music from the table and the floor. The sax player has come down to do the same while the others are taking care of the papers on the stage. Every sheet gets a quick look and if it's useful, it gets thrown into the bass or guitar cases. If they're not, they end up in a ball in the trash. Most of it ends up in the trash, that's how many revisions they've done.
"Midge, this is Molly." The sax player gives Midge the once-over, showing that she met Jaskier at Rainbow Road. "This over here is Richard - we call him Dick because he won't put the death stick away." Dick gives Jaskier the finger. "The twins are Carnadhiel and Tarathiel, or Carrie and Tarrie. Their grandfather owns the place." The twins say 'hi' at the same time, and thank goodness they're smiling and pretty, otherwise it would be kinda creepy.
Everyone shakes Midge's hand and is happy to finally meet her; they also thank her for getting them the gig. Jaskier looks at Midge with the bounciness of a puppy. "So you heard the new song? What did you think?"
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She helps him pick up and organize the papers, but lets Jaskier or one of the band members decide its fate. All the revisions are part of the creative process; she’s scrapped and rewritten sets several times over.
Midge happily greets all of the band members. “You sound great. I’m sure Leah’s going to love you guys.” Bitch that she is.
“I liked it,” she tells Jaskier. “You’re trying for a more contemporary sound, I see.”
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The band thanks her for the compliment, explaining how hard it was to find their sound but also how happy they are that they finally have it. Jaskier gets even bouncier at Midge's words, if that's possible.
"Yes!" he exclaims with lots of excited hand gestures. "We'll do covers for the radio and all, but-- fuck, Midge, it feels so fucking good to finally have a local style that I like and can compose to. And I owe it to them." Everyone except Dick goes awww at his comment. "You want to hear more? We really need to practice with an audience." The band actually agrees with that. "Go, go, take a seat, let us serenade you." After kissing Midge's cheek again, he cries out-- "PERDITA! A MARTINI FOR THE LADY!" before running back to the stage.
This time, Jaskier doesn't sit on the box, he stands in front of the stage with his guitar by the microphone stand, which still has his jacket on it. The song is upbeat but still very romantic, and Jaskier looks at Midge while he sings the whole thing, adoration clear in his blue eyes.
Usually, Jaskier makes love to his whole audience, but now Midge is the only one so she gets all his attention. Or that's the excuse he tells himself anyway.
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The song ends and Midge claps for the band. “You guys sound great,” she says before taking a sip of her martini.
Midge feels flushed. Despite all of the other people in the room, the way that Jaskier sang that felt very intimate.
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"If you're gonna fuck, at least take her backstage," Dick says from behind the drums. None of them is shy, but everyone still turns to him to scold him for ruining the moment.
"We can't even do dirty songs," Molly complains.
Jaskier turns to Midge again, nodding. "Leah told me to keep it clean. Which is fucking ironic considering she was getting her panties wet just by thinking about elves." Molly laughs while the twins complain at Jaskier. "What, I thought the moment was already ruined!"
"Do you think your family will catch on to metaphors?" Molly asks Midge before playing a few notes on her sax.
Jaskier immediately recognizes the song and chuckles before singing: "♫ I'll take you to the candy shop / I'll let you lick the lollipop / Go ahead, don't you stop / Keep going until you hit the spot ♫"
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“Yeah, Jaskier,” she says. “At least buy me dinner first.”
She shrugs and nods. “It’s a wedding. Nobody really wants dirty songs at a wedding. I see you went for Elven minors in the band so that Leah won’t be tempted.” Speaking of being tempted, Midge can’t wait to make jokes about her cousin apparently wanting to fuck Elves.
There’s another laugh at the lyrics to that song. “I feel like the metaphors there are not very subtle.”
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The entire band laughs when Midge calls the elves minors.
"Alright, everyone!" Jaskier announces with open arms. "Time to play 'how old are these fuckers'! Midge!" He points at her. "We'll give you a second chance, and if you do well, I may let you play with Perdita, too. How old are the twins?" He tilts his head as his hands rest on his hips, grinning in anticipation.
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“Just by looking at them I would say 14, but I guess I’m way off.” She sighs. This is going to be a complete stab in the dark. “35?”
She knows nothing about Elves.
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"Oh, darling... I feel like I'm torturing you now." After seeing some fantasy books in the library, he thought some myths would be better known. Obviously, he was wrong.
Jaskier puts down his guitar and jumps off the stage to move behind Midge, leaning over her shoulder as he points at the twins. "153 - that's the equivalent of a college student in human years." Then he points at Perdita, who is going to the front door to finally open the bar. "82 - she's a young adult in her culture. Like you." He kisses Midge's cheek as an apology. "Geralt is a little over 100, too. I just realized I never told you that."
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Midge turns her eyes up to him. “And you, plain old human? I think you said 42, right?”
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"Plain?! Plain, she called me plain! Oh, my vicious lady, what have I done for you to insult me so?" At least, he doesn't sound offended. Just dramatic. "Is my age such a deterrent?" So she got that number right, and under the dramatics, Jaskier is glad.
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Taking her drink and her purse with her, Midge stands up from the table.
“Your age isn’t a deterrent at all,” she continues, “because you don’t look your age either.”
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The silly grin turns into a more sincere smile when she says he doesn't mind his age. He already knew this, but it's still nice to hear. Jaskier makes an exaggerated gesture to confirm they're alone and leans in to kiss her softly on the lips.
"Had to check. No deterrent at all indeed." He winks. "Missed you. Thanks for coming, truly. It's great having you here."
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Midge wraps her arms around him and returns the kiss. She doesn’t mind the PDA as much in a place like this, as long as he’s okay with it.
“I missed you too. And when I said you didn’t look your age, I meant that you actually look 52 and that I have a thing for much older men.”
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It's always at the back of his mind, even if it had been a silly joke. There's something special about being just right for someone.
PDA is always welcome in Jaskier's book, he's just more careful about it with Midge since she isn't as open about their relationship. He lets her choose where to express it.
"Ah, of course." He tries for a serious nod, but he's laughing. "You want those centuries - like your cousin." He hears some noises in the kitchen - it seems the cook and the waiters have arrived. "Things are getting started, so I should sign the book, too. Walk with me?" He offers his arm.
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Just right for her. It’s not lost on Midge that Jaskier is just right for her in a lot of ways, even if he isn’t Jewish. She’s feeling warm and loving tonight after his sweet serenade. Chances are, she’ll be touching him a lot.
Putting her hand on his arm, she accompanies him to sign Perdita’s guest book. “I’ll probably try to find a quiet corner to do some writing. What are you planning to do tonight?”
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She'd better touch him a lot! He promised he wouldn't pick up anyone in front of her, and he plans to keep that promise. So being around so many creative, pretty people tonight? She'll be his outlet. He surprises himself by not minding that too much, she's always been great at keeping up with his affection.
"I don't make real plans, honestly. I like being spontaneous, seeing who comes and how they inspire me. Jump from table to table, mingle a little. Hear stories. We'll jam with some other musicians for sure - hopefully, a few dancers will attend too. But I do like the idea of cuddling with you on a booth and writing together. Would you like that?"
Once the last band member is done singing, Jaskier writes a little poem of his own and signs his name with a little buttercup doodle next to it.
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“I would like that,” she confirms. Despite seeing Lenny’s name in the book from a previous jam, she’s not expecting to know too many people here, certainly not anyone who would report back to her parents. At this point, would her parents even be surprised anyway?
“I’ll be sure to walk around and see what other people are doing as well.”
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Again apologies for probably a horrible portrayal on my part lol
no worries at all, I'm just popcorning at all this
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