There's always plenty of opportunity to end up further on my tab after.
[What's better than more drink? Jaskier doesn't pull from his grasp, stealing a kiss on a roughened cheek before they leave the bar behind (and a pouch of Jaskier's coin.) If anyone sees them going upstairs together, it clearly doesn't make a mark; anyway who is even half a regular at the Sarstina has seen a similar sight a hundred times before.
Jaskier isn't only famous for his singing, after all.
He takes in the room quickly enough; if Cid's mint plants grow an extra inch seemingly out of nowhere, then it clearly has nothing to do with him. It's more unintentional than he means it, especially as distracted as he is.
Jaskier makes his invitation quite obvious when he grabs Cid by the lapels and pulls him in so the bard is trapped against the wall. Or, in this case, the back of the door. He hikes a leg up, locking an ankle behind Cid's.] I don't think you're near old enough to be losing your memory so easily. [He pulls him down, a kiss with much more tongue and a teasing pull of Cid's lower lip with his teeth.] I believe I was about to undress you. Perhaps with a bit of haste.
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[What's better than more drink? Jaskier doesn't pull from his grasp, stealing a kiss on a roughened cheek before they leave the bar behind (and a pouch of Jaskier's coin.) If anyone sees them going upstairs together, it clearly doesn't make a mark; anyway who is even half a regular at the Sarstina has seen a similar sight a hundred times before.
Jaskier isn't only famous for his singing, after all.
He takes in the room quickly enough; if Cid's mint plants grow an extra inch seemingly out of nowhere, then it clearly has nothing to do with him. It's more unintentional than he means it, especially as distracted as he is.
Jaskier makes his invitation quite obvious when he grabs Cid by the lapels and pulls him in so the bard is trapped against the wall. Or, in this case, the back of the door. He hikes a leg up, locking an ankle behind Cid's.] I don't think you're near old enough to be losing your memory so easily. [He pulls him down, a kiss with much more tongue and a teasing pull of Cid's lower lip with his teeth.] I believe I was about to undress you. Perhaps with a bit of haste.