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Jaskier looked up at Geralt, smiling slightly over the edge of the bottle he was about to take another sip from. “I can’t get in trouble for this, because I’m not doing it outside of the house,” he claimed, and tipped the bottle back. His hand was fairly steady, and he set the bottle down on the table. Their handler had been specific about avoiding getting drunk, talking about how they might slip up, but he couldn’t slip up if he was doing it alone.
And perhaps Jaskier was going a little stir crazy. Five months of this boring house in the suburbs, being endlessly bored and having to deal with an incredibly attractive housemate who was surprisingly fun to be around, when he didn’t have a stick up his ass. “You could join me, you know. Isn’t that what married people do? Get drunk together?”