All of the brothers look a little amused at the idea that Vesemir might come down with them to a bar-- as if they'd ever be able to convince the old man to go somewhere with them, or that he'd ever want to be out past nine o'clock. Both Eskel and Lambert look surprised when he mentions Yen-- Eskel shoots Geralt a peculiar look with a furrowed brow, to which Geralt replies with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand. A nonverbal not now, I'll tell you later. The story is honestly too odd and unbelievable to get into right now.
Jaskier switches from being relatively normal-- if very... tactile with Eskel-- to suddenly yelling and pointing in an instant, apparently because he's finally remembered where he saw Lambert's face before. The change startles all three of them, and apparently Lambert most of all, because he chokes on the beer that he was trying to drink, hard enough that Geralt has to thump him on the back.
"Boyfriend?" Eskel says, and now his confusion is directed at the youngest brother. A lot of revelations are being dropped today, and he is apparently unprepared for them. First they find out that Geralt made a friend, then that said friend knows Yen, and now Lambert's Secret Boyfriend. What a day.
"Since when do you have a boyfriend?" This is news to Geralt, and, sure, he's not the most up-to-date on everybody's lives, but that seems like one of those things that would've eventually gotten around to him. If these are the kinds of things that he's missing out on, maybe they need to start up a newsletter or something.
"What-- no-- it's, I don't have a fucking boyfriend--" Lambert manages to get the words out between coughs. Once he's cleared the beer out of his airway, he continues, "He's just a fucking drinking buddy, for fuck's sake. I'm not dating everybody I get a fucking drink with!"
There's a certain look that Lambert shoots Jaskier's way, part pissiness and part what-the-fuck-are-you-doing.
"You have drinking buddies?" Geralt says. "Hell, since when do you have friends?"
"Fuck off, Geralt, all your friends are fucking horses."
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Jaskier switches from being relatively normal-- if very... tactile with Eskel-- to suddenly yelling and pointing in an instant, apparently because he's finally remembered where he saw Lambert's face before. The change startles all three of them, and apparently Lambert most of all, because he chokes on the beer that he was trying to drink, hard enough that Geralt has to thump him on the back.
"Boyfriend?" Eskel says, and now his confusion is directed at the youngest brother. A lot of revelations are being dropped today, and he is apparently unprepared for them. First they find out that Geralt made a friend, then that said friend knows Yen, and now Lambert's Secret Boyfriend. What a day.
"Since when do you have a boyfriend?" This is news to Geralt, and, sure, he's not the most up-to-date on everybody's lives, but that seems like one of those things that would've eventually gotten around to him. If these are the kinds of things that he's missing out on, maybe they need to start up a newsletter or something.
"What-- no-- it's, I don't have a fucking boyfriend--" Lambert manages to get the words out between coughs. Once he's cleared the beer out of his airway, he continues, "He's just a fucking drinking buddy, for fuck's sake. I'm not dating everybody I get a fucking drink with!"
There's a certain look that Lambert shoots Jaskier's way, part pissiness and part what-the-fuck-are-you-doing.
"You have drinking buddies?" Geralt says. "Hell, since when do you have friends?"
"Fuck off, Geralt, all your friends are fucking horses."