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The crowd was merry (mostly, he could see a few skeptical sour pusses out there) and loud and it didn't take long to add completely trashed onto the list. From the bar, golden yellow eyes took the whole of the scene with ease.

Jaskier mostly kept his wits about him, making sure not to indulge too much. An old bowl filled with water and some berries he mashed with a paw before dropping in. After all, this was their very first party in the Howff and the showman had no intention of gaining a reputation for being a horrible singer. Loud, yes? Completely full of himself? A little. Batting eyes at every pretty woman (and man) who met his gaze? Most definitely! But the bard was good and he knew it and as the crowd found themselves loosening up, everyone else began to know it to.

Jaskier was grinning to the night-lady at some point as he sang, leaning into Maggie 's ear for a whisper in-between verses. Don't take nothing easy do ya lass? She struck hard and fast. Another drink. Another drink. Another drink. Then she would leave to mingle and seek clientele that would keep them coming back for more.

It the growing crowd there was a woman who was colored like some kind of swamp witch ( Juniper) and there near her he saw a looker - an older woman, an experienced one, he hoped. Cloudy backside and twilight front half sprinkled with Stardust. She didn't look quite happy, however. Maybe Jaskier could change that? He started up a tune, speaking of sailing at sea, of the starlight cloudless sky shining on the water like diamonds. Fallen stars swirling into dark depths.

...A creature born of night and space,
comic dust shining on her face!

A young woman then slipped into scene. Vibrant reds a match to the bright, fiery wildness of her personality ( Flannery). What was with the fact that two of his favorite women (at the time) happened to be black and redheaded short irish women? The Brit couldn't t get enough! Aye! Another song than?? And with a mouth of berries and a yowl to the pups up stairs watching from the balcony, he broke out in song again.



Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme,
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Come lift up your voices all grief to refrain
For we may or might never all meet here again

Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry all grief to refrain
For we may or might never all meet here again