Jaskier is alight--until he turns to face the barman. Oh, but while he does not recognize the bard, the bard recognizes him. His smile goes a bit panicked and he shoots a darting glance of apology at Yennefer.
"Know me? Oh, I don't--" Jaskier starts, glad he hasn't sat, and carefully reaches to pluck up his lute by the strap. The moment his fingers snare it, the barman's eyes are drawn over and, all at once he can see the recognition bloom across the man's face. Recognition shifts to shock and then, quite predictably, to fury.
"You--!" The man seethes and makes a swiping grab for Jaskier's doublet. The bard dances back, bends to place a quick kiss on Yennefer's head, and slings his lute over his shoulders. The barman, in the meanwhile, has turned redfaced with his rage.
"Well, that is my cue, my dear," Jaskier apologizes and the man moves around Yennefer, babbling through gritted teeth about his wife and Jaskier's diving from the window and, yes Jaskier thought this establishment was familiar--he grimaces and manages to evade him rather deftly as he bolts for the door.
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"Know me? Oh, I don't--" Jaskier starts, glad he hasn't sat, and carefully reaches to pluck up his lute by the strap. The moment his fingers snare it, the barman's eyes are drawn over and, all at once he can see the recognition bloom across the man's face. Recognition shifts to shock and then, quite predictably, to fury.
"You--!" The man seethes and makes a swiping grab for Jaskier's doublet. The bard dances back, bends to place a quick kiss on Yennefer's head, and slings his lute over his shoulders. The barman, in the meanwhile, has turned redfaced with his rage.
"Well, that is my cue, my dear," Jaskier apologizes and the man moves around Yennefer, babbling through gritted teeth about his wife and Jaskier's diving from the window and, yes Jaskier thought this establishment was familiar--he grimaces and manages to evade him rather deftly as he bolts for the door.