hello! here's another chapter of this goddamned bullshit!
TW: Scaramouche's sadistic tendencies. bitch literally electrocuted someone. Also, some description of the aftermath.
As the girl in front of him gave him a ditzy smile, Diluc knew then that this girl is just as stupid as she looks. Stupid and trusting, letting the drunkard bard of an Archon, of all people, give her a tour and fooled her into paying his tab along with a couple new bottles of wine, not even counting the apples he saw Venti carried inside, no doubt all from the girl's pocket.
"Call me Lili!"
She beams at him, increasing his annoyance as she downed the glass of alcohol like it was water, not even showing a hint of tipsiness.
Great. Another drunkard in his establishment.
"Aether and his friends brought me here but I let them went on ahead since they looked busy." The girl admitted shyly, cheeks reddening from embarrassment at the little confession. "can't let them delay their plans because of me." She then let out an awkward chuckle, eyes looking everywhere but him.
Diluc sighs but said nothing as he made her the last drink on the menu, mentally filing away the tidbits of information about her. "This is the last drink on the menu." He announces to her, making her nod and sit straighter on the stool.
"I'm ready mister owner!" she cheers, eyes glittering as he skillfully mixed her drink as she let out little 'ooh's and 'aah's here and there before clapping as he finished mixing her drink and serving it to her.
"Death Before Noon." Diluc says as he placed the two glasses of alcohol in front of her as she thanked him, eyes still on the alcohol before grabbing the sleeping bard's hand, curling it around the other glass and clinking it together.
"Cheers!"
She cheered before downing one glass in one gulp and grabbing the other and downing the other one in the same way before placing the glass upside down on the wooden bar.
"Alcohol is good!" she cheers before her eyes landed on the adventurers having a drinking contest in the more populated are of the bar.
Diluc watched as the girl let out an 'ooh!' before wandering towards the commotion where she somehow joined the drinking game, arms crossed with a seasoned adventurer as they downed mugs and mugs of alcohol as the other patrons cheered around them.
"More!"
And so, the drinks kept on flowing until Diluc kicked Lili and the rowdier patrons three hours past midnight, leaving the bard sleeping on the counter.
-0-
With Tartaglia's annoying face showing up at the hotel in Mondstadt, Scaramouche's night was ruined.
"Annoying fucker."
He mumbled to himself as he exited the hotel only to find the stupid faced immortal walking around in the dark, alone as she looked up to stare at the stars. Great, what a shitty night.
"Well, well, look who's here." He crossed his arms as a nasty smirk appeared on his face. "Who did you kill to get those ugly clothes hm?"
"Your momma." Was the annoying girl's response as she walked closer, Scaramouche noticing the lingering smell of alcohol on the stupid ancient's person and the even worse sense of judgement and danger as the hotel's outdoor light illuminated her.
"Ha ha ha, real funny." He rolled his eyes at her remark, making her giggle to herself, no doubt amused at him. "If I didn't know better, I'd be inclined to think that you're nothing but a child with those comebacks."
"I come'd on your mom's back, how 'bout that for a comeback." She laughed at his face as she said that, hand in his face as she pointed at him. Pissed, electricity crackled in his palm as he gripped her arm, sending electricity that left scars and the scent of charred skin in the night.
"Oh yeah? How about that for a comeback." He smugly smiled at her as her arm twitched as he kept the electricity coursing through her arm.
"you're a pissbaby, a little pissbaby!" she laughed, alcohol clearly muddling her senses, not even feeling the pain which annoyed Scaramouche further. "But even though you're a pissbaby, I still like you!"
He tsk'ed and let his nails dig into her skin, the voltage climbing higher and higher before he removed his hand from her arm, nails leaving additional wounds by scratching the blackened charred skin around the now exposed muscle that sizzled, the red of her blood and wound clashing with the charred skin. The extent of the damage on the dumb immortal's arm sent a wave of satisfaction to Scaramouche who smirked haughtily.
"I love you thiiiiis much!" the stupid immortal waved her still functioning hand as she showed him how much she 'loves' him before sucking in air. "I LOVE YOU THIS MUCH DOLL!"
She shouts at the top of her lungs, ignoring as some people shouted 'shut up!' from their homes as she jumped around like a frog as she said 'I love you Doll!' repeatedly.
"Gods, do you ever shut up?" Scaramouche sneers at the noisy girl, his previous elevating mood now plummeting, hand now pinching her lips together, effectively shutting her up before pulling at it as he entered the hotel, the stupid and noisy immortal in tow. "you're such an embarrassment."
After he threw her in the basement and giving instructions to his underlings to toss in a shitty mattress and a blanket thinner than his patience down the basement before locking it and covering the only way in and out with something heavy, he came back to his room, only to find the ginger pain in the ass.
"Would you look at that," the ginger starts, opening his big mouth. "It seems like you've got an admirer! How sweet!"
"Get out of my room, you ginger fuck." He sneers at his taller coworker who was sitting on a chair in his room. Looks like he'll have to get a new chair after this piece of shit leave.
"Ah, so that was your admirer." The annoying ginger nods to himself as if he solved a mystery. What an idiot. "Am I bothering your quality time with her?"
"you're bothering my quality sleep, that's what." Scaramouche scoffs before grabbing the ginger by his clothes before throwing him out of the room "And never come in my room ever again!" followed by the chair his unwelcomed guest was previously sitting on.
With a slam of the door and the clicking of lock in place, Scaramouche let out a sigh.
"Finally, some peace and quiet."
-0-
Rubbing the back of his head, Tartaglia, the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger, sigh at his prickly and short coworker who is now safe in his room. Eyeing the now broken chair, an idea suddenly came into mind.
Ah, but not his little admirer.
With a smile, he flagged an underling who has a blanket in his hands.
"Where are you going with that blanket?"
Tartaglia eyed the blanket and noticed the thinness of the fabric as the underling responded with 'basement'.
Bingo.
"Well, it's late now, how about I do that for you, hm?" it would be a lie if his charming smile and friendly face were what convinced the underling to comply to his words. "Have a good night, comrade!"
With a salute, the underling scurried away, leaving him alone in the halls of the hotel.
"let's see this admirer, shall we?"
He mumbled to himself as he headed for the basement, his steps echoing in the dark halls, heavy footfalls echoing as he descended the stairs. Clearing his throat, he knocked on the door and accompanied it with a "Knock knock~".
A faint 'come in!' was heard from behind the door, the same voice that was shouting 'I love you's earlier. With a small creak, the door slowly swung open, revealing a girl in typical Mondstadt clothing who was sitting on what looks like a ratty mattress on the ground.
"Hello!" the girl greets, a wide smile on her face. "Thank you for bringing a blanket!"
"No problem! Any friend of my friend is also my friend!" a friendly smile on his face, Tartaglia matching the girl's energy. "here's your blanket." he hands her the thin blanket which she took with a gleeful expression and wrapped it around her, squealing in delight as the thin blanket covered her poorly.
"Gosh! What a pretty blanket!" she gushed as Tartaglia watch her run her hand on it. "Thin and soft! Just how I like it!" she then let herself fall backwards into the mattress, not even sinking in. "And the mattress! So firm! Good for my back!
What? And here he thought Scaramouche was bullying this girl.
"Scaramouche is such a nice friend; don't you think so too?" she beamed at him.
What the hell is wrong with these two?
"Yup! He's the best friend anyone could ever want!"
literally electrocuted myself earlier so I had to add it lol