Margo was getting really tired of these singles nights, ugh. Frankly, she just wanted to get fucking laid and while that wasn’t necessarily a problem on a one-off basis. It was a problem when you asked for any consistency of any of the flaky assholes around here. It was boring. God, why was it so fucking boring. How the fuck did people live like this? Celebate? Ugh. It wasn’t like she was ever going to stoop to being a fucking incel, but god - ugh, she almost was at this point and the thought almost made her nauseous.
She’d gotten paired up with Dash, who was a child. And El, who of course was her fucking soulmate and that was just pointless. Like, of course they’d fuck if they wanted to. Really, they’d just spent the whole time mocking other people. As to be expected. But for the dance, she’d gotten… ohhhh, that was the witch wasn’t it? Witch, magician, mage, whatever the fuck they were called in her dimension. Either way, Margo approached the other woman from behind - letter her hand gently graze along the small of her back as she walked around her to face her head on, “I don’t think we’ve ever actually been properly fucking introduced, which is clearly a failing of the local social structure.” Margo said, with a wide grin.
Yennefer was used to traveling, going from place to place with a singular goal, and then moving on to the next place. That she was effectively stuck here really did nothing for her mood. There was no sign of anyone else from her world. Had Geralt been present she was certain fate would have brought them together by now. But no, she was absolutely stuck there entirely on her own. Yennefer left to her own devices rarely ever meant any good for others. She more often than not looked out for Number One. She had no doubt it wouldn’t be any different here.
She had yet to find anyone worth her time, let alone anyone worth fucking. There were so few here who saw eye to eye with her, and even fewer who had that magnetism she had when it came to Geralt. Neria had managed to earn the woman’s respect, but that was strictly in a friendly manner. Why did she even bother coming to these events? The best part was the alcohol and the dancing at the end. She had yet to find anyone who knew how to properly dance, but she also realized no one here knew the dances from her world. At the touch, Yennefer glanced to her side and followed the other woman’s movements. “Yennefer,” she said in response. “It beats the bullshit of introductions where I’m from. Always making a show of something as simple as a name. Too much pomp and not enough getting shit done.”
Gods, Margo had been so bored. Really - it wasn’t like she wanted a war or to fight more Gods or to be running off to other dimensions, but it also wasn’t like she was exactly getting her fill. Throwing parties and helping Eliot with his new initiative with the plays definitely helped, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more stimulation than that. She needed anything more than that. Fuck. Too many people here were prudes and the ones that weren’t? She’d kinda made her rounds already. So ya know, she wouldn’t complain about someone new...ish… to throw a little attention at.
“I’ll skip the titles then, even if I earned it because the animals loved me.” It was a tease and true at the same time - yet somehow… ya know, glaringly missing the actual truth. But Margo still figured ‘I helped animals gain the right to fuck people’ wasn’t ever the best place to start. “Margo.” She said simply, pulling Yennefer in closer as she started their little dance. “The pomp is only fun when it comes with the after effects, not when it’s just the fucking bullshit.”
It was frightening how similar the two women were, even if they may not be fully aware of it. It took more than a pretty face to get Yennefer’s attention. Someone of substance, with something interesting to discuss. Someone who could offer her something in return. There would always be strings attached. It was simply the way of things.
“The animals,” Yennefer echoed. There was something there, she was sure of it. “There’s a story there,” she said with mild interest as the other woman pulled her in. “Like fucking over the bitch who stole your place,” she said with a grin,taking back what was hers from Fringilla.
Arching an eyebrow, Margo continued to just take the sight of Yennefer in. She certainly wasn’t fucking complaining and she had a feeling the other woman filled a rarely touched upon niche here - one that meant she could keep up with the Magicians. There really wasn’t enough of that - plus it was stupid complicated with kids or whatever. Ugh, way too fucking complicated.
Grinning wickedly, Margo was happy to take the bait on that - mostly just to see the other woman’s reaction. Thing was, it was pretty scandalous of a story in Fillory and talking, anthropomorphic animals were normal there. She was pretty sure they weren’t in The Witcher. She wasn’t exactly a gamer but, ya know, she still knew her nerd culture shit - enough to know it wasn’t exactly Narnia. “Kinda accidentally fucked over El, but he forgave me. I earned it, anyway. I like - made animal-human relationships legal or approved or whatever.” It was said purposefully nonchalantly, if anything because Margo was desperately in need of a little fun and hey, why not just skip past a few important details for initial shock to get it.
“That’s an interesting way of making amends,” she said, a brow arching sharply. She now fully suspected Eliot of being into beastiality. It must have been quite common wherever they were from for it to be legalized. “Your world sounds exceptionally open minded.” It was a compliment above anything.
”Just to be clear, I don’t mean like fucking house pets - I mean sentient talking bears and shit. Fillory is… let’s go with.. Uh… shit, unique.” Unique was one way of putting it at least. The simple way of putting it. “Not my thing either way, but hey who the fuck am I to judge when it’s consenting. Which I’m pretty sure is how I accidentally got elected.” Chuckling she shrugged a little, “We sorta have a habit of forcing people into accepting us as we come.” Now that was the damn truth at least.