It does sound a bit like a hindrance, doesn't it? The thing is, Jaskier isn't doing it for the money. He needs to get out there in as many ways as possible, and beggars can't be choosers. Hopefully, he'll get a better chance to play for his fans in the future, but honestly? He can't say he minds the idea of this bar either - he wants to reach a variety of people as well. His songs are for everyone, the young and old, the men and the women. For both Cirilla and Geralt.
A pity Geralt can't see that...
"Aaaaargh! You're bloody impossible!" He cries out to the sky as he throws his head back, frustration palpable in the very air he breathes. "Fine. Whatever. Flier with info is on my Instagram."
Translation: he doesn't expect Geralt to show up at all.
Oh well. He tried. Does this mean he's giving up? Not at all. But he needs a moment to calm down before he smushes a bunch of berries on that irritatingly handsome face. So once everything is back on their respective baskets, Jaskier takes his and returns to the bushes, but not without putting on his headphones. Music, as always, is the best way to express himself, to handle his emotions.
His playlist of choice? A little something he's chosen to title Ranch DILF is going to be the end of me.
Needless to say, Jaskier sings to every single song in said playlist. And boy, there's a little bit of everything in it. From catchy pop tunes about liking someone with a difficult personality (Katy Perry's Hot'n'Cold, Lady Gaga's Bad Romance, Pink's True Love) to deep, heartful ballads about people that are more than they seem (Alicia Keys' Love Is Blind, Cyndi Lauper's True Colors), Jaskier sings them all... and that includes, of course, the dirty tunes as well, which don't take long to show up.
"♪ You know the words to my songs, no habla inglés. Our conversations ain't long, but you know what is~ ♪"
It isn't hard for him to transition from Jason Derulo to George Michael, Jaskier's body moving to the rhythm as he jumps from bush to bush to fill his basket with enough berries to last him a lifetime. There may be a bit of butt shaking as well...
"♪ Let's go outside, in the sunshine I know you want to, but you can't say yes. Let's go outside, in the meantime take me to the places that I love best! ♪"
Dirty rock has reached his lips (The Doors' Light My Fire, Guns N’Roses' Rocket Queen) by the time Geralt tells him they're done for the day, and Jaskier finds himself back in a better mood, especially when he realizes they're getting their picnic started. The bright yellow tablecloth he's brought with him is spread on the grass near the flowers, and Jaskier takes the chance to grab a couple of them that end up in the basket with the berries. It's tradition by now for him to take a flower during each visit to the ranch and save it in a poetry book at home, a detail that for some reason he hasn't even shared with his sister.
Shoes and hat go off before he sits down on the tablecloth, and he passes Geralt the wine bottle for him to open while Jaskier opens and leaves between them a lovely box of finger sandwiches. An excuse to see Geralt flex those arms? Absolutely. When everything is set and done, he takes out -what else- his phone.
"Today is the day I get a bloody picture with you. I'm taking it whenever you like it or not, so would you please not scowl too badly to save us both the hassle of fifty tries until I get a good shot?"
Hey, at least he isn't asking Geralt to smile. What he is doing, however, is giving his friend the best puppy eyes in his arsenal. Those can't fail... right?
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A pity Geralt can't see that...
"Aaaaargh! You're bloody impossible!" He cries out to the sky as he throws his head back, frustration palpable in the very air he breathes. "Fine. Whatever. Flier with info is on my Instagram."
Translation: he doesn't expect Geralt to show up at all.
Oh well. He tried. Does this mean he's giving up? Not at all. But he needs a moment to calm down before he smushes a bunch of berries on that irritatingly handsome face. So once everything is back on their respective baskets, Jaskier takes his and returns to the bushes, but not without putting on his headphones. Music, as always, is the best way to express himself, to handle his emotions.
His playlist of choice? A little something he's chosen to title Ranch DILF is going to be the end of me.
Needless to say, Jaskier sings to every single song in said playlist. And boy, there's a little bit of everything in it. From catchy pop tunes about liking someone with a difficult personality (Katy Perry's Hot'n'Cold, Lady Gaga's Bad Romance, Pink's True Love) to deep, heartful ballads about people that are more than they seem (Alicia Keys' Love Is Blind, Cyndi Lauper's True Colors), Jaskier sings them all... and that includes, of course, the dirty tunes as well, which don't take long to show up.
"♪ You know the words to my songs, no habla inglés. Our conversations ain't long, but you know what is~ ♪"
It isn't hard for him to transition from Jason Derulo to George Michael, Jaskier's body moving to the rhythm as he jumps from bush to bush to fill his basket with enough berries to last him a lifetime. There may be a bit of butt shaking as well...
"♪ Let's go outside, in the sunshine I know you want to, but you can't say yes. Let's go outside, in the meantime take me to the places that I love best! ♪"
Dirty rock has reached his lips (The Doors' Light My Fire, Guns N’Roses' Rocket Queen) by the time Geralt tells him they're done for the day, and Jaskier finds himself back in a better mood, especially when he realizes they're getting their picnic started. The bright yellow tablecloth he's brought with him is spread on the grass near the flowers, and Jaskier takes the chance to grab a couple of them that end up in the basket with the berries. It's tradition by now for him to take a flower during each visit to the ranch and save it in a poetry book at home, a detail that for some reason he hasn't even shared with his sister.
Shoes and hat go off before he sits down on the tablecloth, and he passes Geralt the wine bottle for him to open while Jaskier opens and leaves between them a lovely box of finger sandwiches. An excuse to see Geralt flex those arms? Absolutely. When everything is set and done, he takes out -what else- his phone.
"Today is the day I get a bloody picture with you. I'm taking it whenever you like it or not, so would you please not scowl too badly to save us both the hassle of fifty tries until I get a good shot?"
Hey, at least he isn't asking Geralt to smile. What he is doing, however, is giving his friend the best puppy eyes in his arsenal. Those can't fail... right?