Oh, he likes being ogled. Jaskier shakes his butt for her again before putting on his underwear very slowly, bending over more than necessary to put up his butt as well.
He'd love to tease her some more, but then he hears that sigh, and it kills him. He sits next to her on the bed and squeezes her hand.
It’s so hard for Midge to truly enjoy the show that Jaskier is putting on while speaking to her mother on the phone at the same time.
After hanging up, she turns to him. “Mama wants me to make sure that they don’t give her a room on the ground floor because the noise from the pool is too loud and they can’t see the beach from there.”
"Oh! That's all? You scared me for a moment there."
He kisses the top of the head before moving to the mirror to start taking care of his hair and put some creams on his skin.
"We can ask reception on the way to the restaurant. I don't think Leah would let anyone get a ground-floor room; she wants to keep a high standard for her wedding. But I don't know if your parents will get a beach view."
His beauty routine doesn't stop, but his eyes follow her naked form to the bathroom. Her comment makes him chuckle.
"You can thank my charms for that. The lead singer can't be breathing in some dingy room with no windows, imagine what that would do to my lungs." Nothing, he's just being dramatic.
"Alright," he says with a nod, and admires her butt as she enters the shower.
Once he's done with his routine, Jaskier gets dressed and throws his wallet and his phone in his pocket - only to remember that they're going to fuck on the beach later. He decides to grab his satchel instead so he can bring a towel.
When Midge comes out, he's at the table going over his songwriting notes.
Midge takes a brief shower, then dries off and returns to the bedroom.
“You asked me if there was anything else,” she says. “No. Just Mama and Papa arguing about how many outfits she’s bringing and what time they should leave.” Midge sighs and pulls on her underwear. “I just want this weekend to go well.”
For her parents and Jaskier. Leah’s wedding could be a disaster for all Midge cares.
Standing behind him, she wraps her arms around his shoulders. “What are you working on?”
"Ah, of course. I bet your father has even fewer clothes than Geralt." Jaskier will be surprised to be wrong about that. "We'll make it go well. Even if it means summoning a kraken from the sea as a distraction."
When she hugs him, he smiles and throws his head over her shoulder.
"Just going over my notes for the wedding set. Most songs are covers, but it'll also be the debut for some of my own work."
"A cape!" he exclaims as he laughs. "Not allowed to call me dramatic, then!" The question makes him shrug. "I can't, but I bet a quick call to Yennefer can."
Actually, he isn't sure about that either; he just wants to keep up the bit.
He nods while putting his notebook away. "A few. It's weird to think I'll sing them for the first time here instead of Elftown or Rainbow Road, but we agree it'd be a good idea to test them with 'the general public', so to speak."
“It’s for the theater and the opera,” Midge clarifies. “He loves that thing though. Ask him about it.” The idea of Abe and Jaskier bonding over a cape is ridiculous, but it just might work.
She pulls on her dress, then stands in front of Jaskier with her back to him, a silent request for him to help with the zipper. “It is. See what kind of response you get. Sorry that your test group is my family.”
"I don't think that's a good idea." Talking about clothes may invite Abe to comment on Jaskier's style, and that can't end well.
Calloused fingers caress her back before they finally help her with the zipper. "Apology accepted," he teases. "It's not ideal, but it's necessary. If it goes well, we may get more gig parties. And that means music to make the guests dance."
He laughs as he sits on the edge of the bed, watching her beauty routine. He's jealous of being able to wear makeup so freely, and he knows those thoughts are kinda fucked up considering what women must do to stay pretty.
"I'll take what I can to get gigs going, but I wish they'd dance because the music is good, not because of the alcohol." A little dramatic sigh. "It's almost like being at taverns again."
"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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He'd love to tease her some more, but then he hears that sigh, and it kills him. He sits next to her on the bed and squeezes her hand.
"Everything alright, dear?"
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After hanging up, she turns to him. “Mama wants me to make sure that they don’t give her a room on the ground floor because the noise from the pool is too loud and they can’t see the beach from there.”
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He kisses the top of the head before moving to the mirror to start taking care of his hair and put some creams on his skin.
"We can ask reception on the way to the restaurant. I don't think Leah would let anyone get a ground-floor room; she wants to keep a high standard for her wedding. But I don't know if your parents will get a beach view."
Oh, gods, don't let them invade his room.
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She finally strips off her bathing suit and brings it to the bathroom to hang up.
“I’m surprised that we got one, to be honest,” Midge calls.
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His beauty routine doesn't stop, but his eyes follow her naked form to the bathroom. Her comment makes him chuckle.
"You can thank my charms for that. The lead singer can't be breathing in some dingy room with no windows, imagine what that would do to my lungs." Nothing, he's just being dramatic.
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She’ll take a full shower later, after which she can hopefully dry and set her hair.
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"Alright," he says with a nod, and admires her butt as she enters the shower.
Once he's done with his routine, Jaskier gets dressed and throws his wallet and his phone in his pocket - only to remember that they're going to fuck on the beach later. He decides to grab his satchel instead so he can bring a towel.
When Midge comes out, he's at the table going over his songwriting notes.
No I just got distracted and didn’t answer it LOL
“You asked me if there was anything else,” she says. “No. Just Mama and Papa arguing about how many outfits she’s bringing and what time they should leave.” Midge sighs and pulls on her underwear. “I just want this weekend to go well.”
For her parents and Jaskier. Leah’s wedding could be a disaster for all Midge cares.
Standing behind him, she wraps her arms around his shoulders. “What are you working on?”
lmao you could've told me and I would've edited
When she hugs him, he smiles and throws his head over her shoulder.
"Just going over my notes for the wedding set. Most songs are covers, but it'll also be the debut for some of my own work."
eh it’s fine
She picks up her bra and puts it on. “Ooh, we’re getting some Jaskier originals this weekend?”
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Actually, he isn't sure about that either; he just wants to keep up the bit.
He nods while putting his notebook away. "A few. It's weird to think I'll sing them for the first time here instead of Elftown or Rainbow Road, but we agree it'd be a good idea to test them with 'the general public', so to speak."
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She pulls on her dress, then stands in front of Jaskier with her back to him, a silent request for him to help with the zipper. “It is. See what kind of response you get. Sorry that your test group is my family.”
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Calloused fingers caress her back before they finally help her with the zipper. "Apology accepted," he teases. "It's not ideal, but it's necessary. If it goes well, we may get more gig parties. And that means music to make the guests dance."
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Jaskier can’t look at her skin without touching it, which brings a smile to Midge’s face. “Oh they’ll dance. There’s an open bar.”
With her dress zipped up, Midge sits down in front of the mirror to put on her makeup and fix her hair.
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"I'll take what I can to get gigs going, but I wish they'd dance because the music is good, not because of the alcohol." A little dramatic sigh. "It's almost like being at taverns again."
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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."