Jaskier/Geralt
Jaskier was living. He had a brand new lute - which Geralt had given to him for Christmas - and he was spending the evening assisting Loki with entertainment for the party. Singing in front of all these people made Jaskier feel so incredibly alive. If this hotel was meant to be a punishment of some sort, the bard could not find room to complain. He knew his witcher was sour and restless but selfishly, Jaskier was enjoying his time here. Especially after what had happened on Christmas..
Geralt and Jaskier hadn't exactly spoken about their makeout session. But Jaskier was oddly fine with the lack of discussion on the matter. Because even though Geralt didn't mention it, his body language spoke volumes, and he had noticeably become more comfortable around him. And that was enough to satisfy Jaskier. Enough not to pester him about it.
Currently, Loki had taken over with the music, so Jaskier sought out Gerald, nuzzling his head into the witcher's shoulder to get his attention. They weren't quite to the point of showing affection in public just yet, otherwise he would have greeted him with a kiss. "Enjoying the party?"