"There are all kinds of taverns. Some of them were like The Gaslight, especially if they were part of an inn, and I greatly enjoyed those. I could jump on the tables and keep everyone's attention on me while Geralt brooded in a corner." He smiles at the memories.
"But then you have your shitholes. And the average tavern by the road is definitely a shithole. You have those in New York, you have to know what I'm talking about." Does she? He knows she used to be a sheltered housewife, but surely the gigs have shown her the worst New York has to offer. "Dark, smoky, just a bunch of drunk men at the bar pinching the waitress' arse."
"And I agree with Susie," he replies as he also nods. "Geralt and I didn't exactly have options. You do." He chuckles when he realizes something. "Although I guess that's kind of funny considering you're currently at a strip club. Mayhaps I should join you one day and sing The Witcher's Third Sword."
Susie doesn’t love The Wolford, but she understands that it’s a regular gig for Midge and that Midge needs regular money coming in. It’s working out for now.
She pauses in putting on her mascara and furrows her brow. “Is that a dirty song?” she asks.
Sorry, laughing pretty hard again. Call it revenge for Jaskier not getting the bush joke.
"Witchers have two swords, dear. This is a metaphorical song about the hidden third one." He winks at her in the mirror - yeah, it's a song about the witcher's dick. "Whores charged witchers extra out of fear and bigotry. So I wrote a little something for the brothels."
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"There are all kinds of taverns. Some of them were like The Gaslight, especially if they were part of an inn, and I greatly enjoyed those. I could jump on the tables and keep everyone's attention on me while Geralt brooded in a corner." He smiles at the memories.
"But then you have your shitholes. And the average tavern by the road is definitely a shithole. You have those in New York, you have to know what I'm talking about." Does she? He knows she used to be a sheltered housewife, but surely the gigs have shown her the worst New York has to offer. "Dark, smoky, just a bunch of drunk men at the bar pinching the waitress' arse."
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Places where men are just there to drink and don’t care about the show. Susie says Midge deserves better than that, and she’s right.
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He wrote that one for the brothels, oops.
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She pauses in putting on her mascara and furrows her brow. “Is that a dirty song?” she asks.
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"Witchers have two swords, dear. This is a metaphorical song about the hidden third one." He winks at her in the mirror - yeah, it's a song about the witcher's dick. "Whores charged witchers extra out of fear and bigotry. So I wrote a little something for the brothels."