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Lisa was in a bad mood. It was yet another late night for her, which was bad enough. It was also another night without Jean by her side, and that could not be tolerated.
She knew who the culprit was. Varka. He had left Jean to do all the paperwork herself for months. Unforgiveable. Especially when Jean had worked herself ill, and didn't even see a problem with it. Now the Grandmaster was back and he still tried to avoid his responsibilities?
No. It was already past midnight, but she knew where the both of them would be. Jean was hunched over her desk, no doubt, and Varka would be at Angel's Share. Time to go teach the slacker a lesson.
"Two ciders, Charles," she said, somewhat tersely. "And I'd appreciate it if you could tell me how drunk the Grandmaster is right now."
"Certainly, Lady Lisa. You can probably see that for yourself, though." He gestured across the room. Varka was chugging a beer.
Her lip curled.
"Grandmaster," she called, just sweetly enough to let him know he was in trouble.
"Ahh, Lisa. What can I do for you?"
"A lot, actually. Can we take this outside real quick?"
"Sure," he said, smiling at her. To his credit, he even left the beer on the tavern table. Lisa made sure to grab both of the ciders. They wouldn't be coming back inside.
"So. What's up?"
"Oh, just… There's a problem Jean needs your help with."
Varka was instantly more alert. "A threat?" he asked. "Is she in danger? Is Mondstadt in danger?"
"Nothing catastrophic," she said, steering them toward headquarters. "But she'd like your input on something."
"Alright then. I will do my utmost to assist!"
She followed him the rest of the way. Really, it wasn't fair how much taller he was than her.
"Jean," she called, rapping on the door.
"Lisa? Come in," she replied.
"I brought you a treat," Lisa said.
"Coffee?" Jean asked, eyes brightening.
"Even better. Cider. And someone to take the rest of your shift."
Jean looked behind her, confused. Then she saw Varka.
"Grandmaster?"
"Lisa said you wanted my help with something?"
"I didn't…" she replied, confused.
"As of tonight," Lisa laughed, "the Grandmaster will be doing his job again. You need to get more rest."
She turned to Varka. As expected, there was utter betrayal in his eyes. But he didn't protest it either, sighing and taking Jean's seat.
"But I… I still need to look over these, and finish—"
"What you need is some sleep. Don't worry," she said, looking pointedly at Varka. "He's competent. I'm sure he's capable of finishing this for you."
She let a few sparks fly from her fingers, within his vision.
"Yeah, I, uhh… I'll get it, Jean. Don't worry about it."
"See? Now it's off to bed for us. We'll see you tomorrow, Grandmaster."
They had both finished their drinks by the time they reached Lisa's place.
"Thanks, Lisa," said Jean, tiredly. "You do a lot for me. You don't know how much peace I feel when I'm with you."
"Love you too."
Jean smiled, kissed her on the forehead. "Yeah. I love you."
She climbed into bed, and Lisa did soon after. She weapped her arms tight around Jean. Free at last.
"Sweet dreams," she whispered.