Out of my league. Jaskier smiled at that. Okay, maybe he had gotten a little ahead of himself there. Wesley wasn't out to have a quick roll in the hay and then disappear. Which was all the bard was really worried about. The details were up to them and as long as Ciri was happy, then Jaskier was happy as well.
..Jaskier would probably still have to talk to Geralt, though.
"Mm, well, don't say that. Geralt's out of my league, and I still went for him. And we ended up quite happy together." Usually. Most of the time. When Jaskier wasn't annoying the hell out of his boyfriend, at least.
By now, Jaskier had guided them through the lobby and past the elevators, heading for the bar at the back of the building. There, on a small stage, was a DJ performing that night at said bar. The music was loud and people were dancing. Colorful lights strobed in the background and, predictably, those fruity drinks were being passed around. Jaskier peeked around the corner, simultaneously curious and annoyed.
"This music is.. terrible. Why are they dancing to it? Is that dancing? Is this normal?"