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.”
"No, I thought you shaved! Or plucked! You put hot wax on your face?!" A gasp. "Do all women put hot wax on their faces?!" He sounds horrified. "Fuck. Remind me to tell Yennefer about this. Surely there's an easier solution."
Another big, warm, sincerely happy smile. The idea of writing while cuddling someone is so appealing, he can't wait. Usually, he doesn't like the idea of someone bothering him while he writes, but Midge has earned that trust. He hasn't done this since Essi, he realizes, and he wishes she could've met Midge.
At the mention of walking around, he nods. "Please do. I invited you because I like having you around, but also because I think you can genuinely enjoy the experience. I want you to have fun, to let your spark grow. Make some friends, mayhaps? I think other girls will find your story empowering."
He gets ready to go back inside, but seeing the box makes him freeze. "Fuck, I almost forgot! Look, Midge, look! They're finally ready!"
Jaskier takes out two business cards from the inner pocket of his vest. One has a guitar with buttercups on it, and with a delicate font, it promotes Jaskier of Oxenfurt - Musician, Singer, Poet, Composer, Chronicler. The other card is black and white in a gothic style. The front promotes Yennefer of Vengerberg (potions, spells, curses) and Geralt of Rivia (monster hunting and relocation, exorcisms). Jaskier's name and number are on the back, mentioning him as the spokesperson.
“I pluck sometimes, but the wax is easier.” She shrugs. “It doesn’t hurt that much. Plucking can be worse sometimes. With waxing, it comes off in one fell swoop.”
Midge steals another kiss from him. “And here I thought you invited me because we’re going to the Midtown apartment afterwards.” At least she thinks they are. “You think I’m empowering?”
Turning the cards over in her hands, she smiles. “Ah, welcome to capitalism. I see that you are officially Geralt and Yennefer’s spokesman now. Very smart.”
Kisses are always welcome, and obviously, he kisses her back. Jaskier laughs at the mention of the apartment - her assumption is correct. "Ah, you've uncovered my secret kidnapping plan! What shall I do now!" Her question gets a nod. "Of course! I bet so many women may find independence scary and intimidating. I think you're a wonderful example that it's possible. It's tough, but possible."
He throws both cards in the box (even if the gothic one doesn't apply here) and offers his arm to Midge again to guide her back inside. People are already starting to line up by the book and Perdita has sat at the front desk with a huge pint of beer to do the welcoming.
"Thank you, thank you. Now I get so many more texts from clients. I keep getting excited at every little ping because I think it's you, when it's actually some really idiotic question."
She gasps dramatically. “You were going to kidnap me? Good thing I had planned for it.”
They go back inside the club and Midge scopes out areas where she might settle for the evening.
“Independence can be scary and intimidating sometimes,” she continues, “especially if a woman doesn’t have a family to help her or financial means. Women stay in bad marriages for reasons like that.”
It’s sweet to hear that he gets excited about her texts; she gets excited about his too.
There’s a corner with a comfy-looking couch that Midge points out to him. “I’ll probably be over there for most of the night.”
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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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Another big, warm, sincerely happy smile. The idea of writing while cuddling someone is so appealing, he can't wait. Usually, he doesn't like the idea of someone bothering him while he writes, but Midge has earned that trust. He hasn't done this since Essi, he realizes, and he wishes she could've met Midge.
At the mention of walking around, he nods. "Please do. I invited you because I like having you around, but also because I think you can genuinely enjoy the experience. I want you to have fun, to let your spark grow. Make some friends, mayhaps? I think other girls will find your story empowering."
He gets ready to go back inside, but seeing the box makes him freeze. "Fuck, I almost forgot! Look, Midge, look! They're finally ready!"
Jaskier takes out two business cards from the inner pocket of his vest. One has a guitar with buttercups on it, and with a delicate font, it promotes Jaskier of Oxenfurt - Musician, Singer, Poet, Composer, Chronicler. The other card is black and white in a gothic style. The front promotes Yennefer of Vengerberg (potions, spells, curses) and Geralt of Rivia (monster hunting and relocation, exorcisms). Jaskier's name and number are on the back, mentioning him as the spokesperson.
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Midge steals another kiss from him. “And here I thought you invited me because we’re going to the Midtown apartment afterwards.” At least she thinks they are. “You think I’m empowering?”
Turning the cards over in her hands, she smiles. “Ah, welcome to capitalism. I see that you are officially Geralt and Yennefer’s spokesman now. Very smart.”
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He throws both cards in the box (even if the gothic one doesn't apply here) and offers his arm to Midge again to guide her back inside. People are already starting to line up by the book and Perdita has sat at the front desk with a huge pint of beer to do the welcoming.
"Thank you, thank you. Now I get so many more texts from clients. I keep getting excited at every little ping because I think it's you, when it's actually some really idiotic question."
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They go back inside the club and Midge scopes out areas where she might settle for the evening.
“Independence can be scary and intimidating sometimes,” she continues, “especially if a woman doesn’t have a family to help her or financial means. Women stay in bad marriages for reasons like that.”
It’s sweet to hear that he gets excited about her texts; she gets excited about his too.
There’s a corner with a comfy-looking couch that Midge points out to him. “I’ll probably be over there for most of the night.”