It took him a couple of tries but eventually, he got the right pronunciation. Jaskier. It sounded light and fancy. And French. "Oh I can tell you like that one." Wes watched as his new friend continued to enjoy his drink. By the time Jaskier got around to getting googly-eyed, another waiter of some kind had appeared and offered Wes a tall pineapple-covered cocktail. He barely got the 'thank you' out before they were gone again.
"Kitten, huh? More like a lion. Does that make you the lion tamer?" Jaskier had said that they were dating. Wes made a face and shook his head. "All the same, I think I'll keep my distance until I can get it in writing that he's not going to try snapping me in two." It wasn't like he hadn't had been making out with the scary guy's daughter not that long ago.
Though at this point, both of them here would have been a welcome sight. Wes frowned and glared out across the sand and water. "I don't know," he answered honestly. "It's kind of terrifying not knowing." Wes turned and glanced around them. "Everyone else seems to be under the impression that we'll just go back in a few days, like nothing happened." He raised an eyebrow at Jaskier. "That sort of weird shit happen a lot? How long have you been here anyway?"