You don't have to thank me for that, Geralt says, and it only confirms what Jaskier already knows: that he's a wonderful man and he's been right to recommend his business to the community. He could've gotten smug about his good behavior after that mess with the talent scout that can't even be called a conversation, but he stays humble. Jaskier's little crush grows another inch.
And it's that crush that makes him reply with the most thoughtful comment in the universe.
"...what."
From the corner of his eye, Jaskier notices Lambert and Eskel are surprised by the offer too, so at least his reaction isn't that dumb. His brain and his heart have a little argument over this, trying to understand the meaning behind it, and it's his dick that has to remind them they don't have a chance in the first place. So Geralt doesn't want to admit they are friends, but hasn't he proven himself enough to be the kind of person that puts weight on actions rather than words? The tick check, the shower, the borrowed book, coming to his show...
"I mean, yes! Yes! I'd love that," he finally manages to say with more enthusiasm that such a simple thing as a free ride would call for. So what if he doesn't have any chances with the guy? He's still getting to hang out with Geralt, which he does enjoy, it's not a lie when he says he does want to be friends with him anyway - and his down to Earth presence is exactly what he needs as company tonight, because of course he's already planning to invite him to come inside. He can call his sister tomorrow. "Let me grab my things and say good-bye to my friends and-- I'll meet you in the parking lot?"
Funny how his mood is already improving, huh? Serves to prove how much Jaskier needs people, acceptance and attention. He turns and takes a step away before he remembers the other two people at the table, so he returns and leans over it to grab their hands.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou for coming! I looooved meeting you and I swear I'd love to hear more from you. Pris gave you my card, right?" He looks down and yep, there are his little cardboard records on the table. "Add me on social media. Or text me. Do you visit the ranch? What I am saying, of course you do, it's your brother's home. So maybe we can all ride together someday! Don't be strangers, I better see you around!"
After squeezing their hands he turns to leave again - this time he manages to take three steps before he gasps and runs back to the table once more. One hand falls on top of it with a loud thud, the other wags a finger in Lambert's face.
"Confess to Handsome Bearded Man, you fool, or next time I see him I won't back off!" An obvious lie, but it seems Lambert needs the push. And hey, respect doesn't make history.
He leaves for real now, his first stop being at his friends' table. They get a very summarized retelling of the events, which upsets the whole group. Half of it is already standing up, crying out curses and promises to find the jackass; the other half comes closer to Jaskier to check on him and offer his support. Priscilla and Essi even make a hug sandwich out of him. They don't fail to notice, however, how Jaskier (aka Mr Drama Queen) has been concise in his talking for a change, promising the full story for later. When he explains why he is in a hurry, all the indignant cries transform into teasing and wolf whistles. This is the guy Jaskier hasn't been able to shut up for a while now, they totally get it - gotta take advantage of a chance when it presents itself. Besides, they also understand Jaskier leaving and needing a quiet, comforting evening of self-care. Who wouldn't after that shitshow?
They're the best gang of crazy people a person can ask for, and Jaskier loves them for it.
Once his bag and his guitar are rescued from backstage, Jaskier makes his way to the parking lot as he texts Geralt the location of his apartment on the map. It isn't until he's standing in the middle of it that he realizes Geralt's truck is nowhere to be seen...
A gasp escapes him when he next realizes why
"...bloody hell. That's your bike? You brought your bike!"
Excuse him for a second while he circles the vehicle, excitement glinting in his eyes and stretching his mouth into a grin. Jaskier is no driver, but he's been given rides on bikes in the past and they're fun. The speed between your thighs, the wind on your face and your partner in your arms--
Oh. Oh dear. He's getting to hug Geralt, isn't he? Tightly. That's wonderful news - he just hopes his dick doesn't betray him in the process.
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And it's that crush that makes him reply with the most thoughtful comment in the universe.
"...what."
From the corner of his eye, Jaskier notices Lambert and Eskel are surprised by the offer too, so at least his reaction isn't that dumb. His brain and his heart have a little argument over this, trying to understand the meaning behind it, and it's his dick that has to remind them they don't have a chance in the first place. So Geralt doesn't want to admit they are friends, but hasn't he proven himself enough to be the kind of person that puts weight on actions rather than words? The tick check, the shower, the borrowed book, coming to his show...
"I mean, yes! Yes! I'd love that," he finally manages to say with more enthusiasm that such a simple thing as a free ride would call for. So what if he doesn't have any chances with the guy? He's still getting to hang out with Geralt, which he does enjoy, it's not a lie when he says he does want to be friends with him anyway - and his down to Earth presence is exactly what he needs as company tonight, because of course he's already planning to invite him to come inside. He can call his sister tomorrow. "Let me grab my things and say good-bye to my friends and-- I'll meet you in the parking lot?"
Funny how his mood is already improving, huh? Serves to prove how much Jaskier needs people, acceptance and attention. He turns and takes a step away before he remembers the other two people at the table, so he returns and leans over it to grab their hands.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou for coming! I looooved meeting you and I swear I'd love to hear more from you. Pris gave you my card, right?" He looks down and yep, there are his little cardboard records on the table. "Add me on social media. Or text me. Do you visit the ranch? What I am saying, of course you do, it's your brother's home. So maybe we can all ride together someday! Don't be strangers, I better see you around!"
After squeezing their hands he turns to leave again - this time he manages to take three steps before he gasps and runs back to the table once more. One hand falls on top of it with a loud thud, the other wags a finger in Lambert's face.
"Confess to Handsome Bearded Man, you fool, or next time I see him I won't back off!" An obvious lie, but it seems Lambert needs the push. And hey, respect doesn't make history.
He leaves for real now, his first stop being at his friends' table. They get a very summarized retelling of the events, which upsets the whole group. Half of it is already standing up, crying out curses and promises to find the jackass; the other half comes closer to Jaskier to check on him and offer his support. Priscilla and Essi even make a hug sandwich out of him. They don't fail to notice, however, how Jaskier (aka Mr Drama Queen) has been concise in his talking for a change, promising the full story for later. When he explains why he is in a hurry, all the indignant cries transform into teasing and wolf whistles. This is the guy Jaskier hasn't been able to shut up for a while now, they totally get it - gotta take advantage of a chance when it presents itself. Besides, they also understand Jaskier leaving and needing a quiet, comforting evening of self-care. Who wouldn't after that shitshow?
They're the best gang of crazy people a person can ask for, and Jaskier loves them for it.
Once his bag and his guitar are rescued from backstage, Jaskier makes his way to the parking lot as he texts Geralt the location of his apartment on the map. It isn't until he's standing in the middle of it that he realizes Geralt's truck is nowhere to be seen...
A gasp escapes him when he next realizes why
"...bloody hell. That's your bike? You brought your bike!"
Excuse him for a second while he circles the vehicle, excitement glinting in his eyes and stretching his mouth into a grin. Jaskier is no driver, but he's been given rides on bikes in the past and they're fun. The speed between your thighs, the wind on your face and your partner in your arms--
Oh. Oh dear. He's getting to hug Geralt, isn't he? Tightly. That's wonderful news - he just hopes his dick doesn't betray him in the process.