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it's summer, you know what that means, gobs.

FIREFLY SEASON.

Modern Gay Bar AU

Broke: Geralt is the bouncer, Jaskier is the arts student in booty shorts who spends more time drinking and flirting than studying. Somehow he is passing his classes anyway. No one understands how. Geralt can't stand him, but also wants to destroy that twink, and his mixed feelings are driving him up a wall.

Woke: Geralt is the bartender. Jaskier is the bouncer and *will not* hesitate to throw hands at anyone ruining the club's friendly atmosphere. He has a reputation for being feral and the regulars are both afraid and a little turned on. Geralt most of all, not that he would ever admit it.

Bespoke: Geralt is the bartender. Jaskier is the owner of the club, but regularly does stints as the bouncer because he lives for the chance to go *absolutely feral* on anyone harassing one of his patrons. There is nothing better to him than the fear in some idiot's eyes after they demand to speak to the owner and realize that the owner is, in fact, in front of them. Once he broke up a fight by firing a glitter cannon straight into the air and threatening to fire the next round into someone's face if they tried anything. No one tried anything. That was the night Geralt proposed.

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Words/Phrases that all goblins should use.

Most of these I randomly heard and started using, but some came from my crackhead friend.

Check mate Atheist

Easy as pissing on an electric fence

Fake it till you make it, like the opossum

Squish

Diddly Darn

Oops, I made a Fucky Wucky

Chaotic

Staplers are just desk crocodiles

Where's your God now?

Go Feral

Be gay, do crime.

It had been raining for a few days in an almost constant manner, rarely letting up for a few minutes at a time and the streets of course lay partially empty in Saffron City, everything bathed in gray. People scurried around to take shelter when the worst of the skies opened and the rain came down heavy and only few dared to walk around in such weather.

Jax walks through the city along the pavement in the main shopping district having picked such a bad day to go out and buy a few things. He needed a new shirt and pants for a party he is to attend and he had managed to pick up what he needed and some extra bits and bobs, now walking back to his car which he parked on the edge of the main area; he didn’t want anybody to nick his car in the main part of the city. Annoyingly the bottom of his pants are sodden and his shoes only just manage to keep his feet dry, the umbrella above his head offering decent enough protection from the rain. He walks fast, just wanting to get home and get dry for spots of his white shirt are indeed wet as when the wind picks up it’s hard to keep fully dry. He feels warm due to the heat of late spring and his bare arms often get the brunt of the weather having decided not to wear a jacket. It is far too warm for that and the umbrella offers just enough protection.

He turns a corner, then another and another, weaving throughout the streets towards his destination, keeping his gaze on the ground, head low, as though it would help against the wind that sometimes picks up and threatens to fully drench him. In the end he doesn’t mind the rain nor walking but he rather just not get too wet.

But something catches his eye as he walks down yet another street nearing the edge of the city and he almost ignores it. That certain hairstyle rings bells in his mind and he finally stops several steps past the person and frowns, turning around to see if it is indeed who he thinks it is.

And it is.

His feet retrace the several steps back until he reaches the man, someone he thought he may never see again.