The way Geralt pours himself more wine is distinctive and Jaskier immediately recognizes it as a sign of the dragon hunt having been a complete fuck-up in this world too. Which shouldn't be a good thing, but honestly? So far Geralt has told him so much about how much better things are over here, it does feel kinda nice to know this world doesn't beat his at everything.
Although to be fair, Dandelion didn't get yelled at by Geralt, so he supposes their dragon hunt is still better. And what is this? Niedamir? As in the ruler of Caingorn? What the fuck! And Eyck is even more of a disaster here but--
Ah. Well, it seems not everything is different. Jaskier goes from a surprised face to outright laughing.
"Geralt if I haven't learned or seen it, it doesn't exist of Rivia strikes again, I see. Borch should've fed you to his children for that." And speaking of the devil... Jaskier frowns and tilts his head at the witcher, not making the connection quite yet. He's drunk, okay, don't judge him. "An evening with them? No, he..."
...spent it with bloody Yennefer of fucking Vengerberg in her tent, after Jaskier had opened his heart and gotten completely ignored. His scent sours immediately at the memory - it was always so easy for her to get Geralt's attention. She only had to show up, not even say a word, to change Geralt's answer to the hunt offer. It's not even about the fucking--
Oh.
Oh fuck.
"...bollocks. You can't be serious."
Jaskier's eyes widen as he stands up, hands slamming the table under him. Oh, did we say his mood killed the dramatics? Never mind, Geralt has managed to bring them back. Because of course he has, he's always been good at affecting Jaskier's emotions no matter the universe.
"YOU FUCKED THEM?! I spent the whole trip flirting with them and YOU got to fuck them?!" A pause, then a gasp. "You fucked A DRAGON?! What the fuck, Geralt!"
So yeah, that's a no on Jaskier's Geralt spending his evening in a fucking orgy.
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Although to be fair, Dandelion didn't get yelled at by Geralt, so he supposes their dragon hunt is still better. And what is this? Niedamir? As in the ruler of Caingorn? What the fuck! And Eyck is even more of a disaster here but--
Ah. Well, it seems not everything is different. Jaskier goes from a surprised face to outright laughing.
"Geralt if I haven't learned or seen it, it doesn't exist of Rivia strikes again, I see. Borch should've fed you to his children for that." And speaking of the devil... Jaskier frowns and tilts his head at the witcher, not making the connection quite yet. He's drunk, okay, don't judge him. "An evening with them? No, he..."
...spent it with bloody Yennefer of fucking Vengerberg in her tent, after Jaskier had opened his heart and gotten completely ignored. His scent sours immediately at the memory - it was always so easy for her to get Geralt's attention. She only had to show up, not even say a word, to change Geralt's answer to the hunt offer. It's not even about the fucking--
Oh.
Oh fuck.
"...bollocks. You can't be serious."
Jaskier's eyes widen as he stands up, hands slamming the table under him. Oh, did we say his mood killed the dramatics? Never mind, Geralt has managed to bring them back. Because of course he has, he's always been good at affecting Jaskier's emotions no matter the universe.
"YOU FUCKED THEM?! I spent the whole trip flirting with them and YOU got to fuck them?!" A pause, then a gasp. "You fucked A DRAGON?! What the fuck, Geralt!"
So yeah, that's a no on Jaskier's Geralt spending his evening in a fucking orgy.