“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."
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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."