It had been a long and dark night in Zaun. The people were bustling towards their houses with umbrellas covering the streets. Space was limited for the many umbrellas poking one other but it protected their heads and children from the pouring rain. Even the runoffs of Piltover’s land above in some areas. All kinds of scraps come down here. Metal , mechanical gears , trash. They washed down here in the fissures. There had been attempts to find a way to get rid of such. But also make it into something greater. 

The Last Drop was empty after everybody left. Only you and your few coworkers that had been there. Even Sevika left for the night. Due to it being close to the end of her shift. You sat at the bar with your drink of choice chatting up with the bartender. Since you both work here , though not exactly the same job. The bartender well, worked behind the bar (as in the name). And you worked as Silco’s assistant. You two talked about the lazy night shift that appears once in a lifetime to pass the time.

You thought about getting home but it looked like the rain was far from stopping. It was pouring harshly outside and you didn't have anything to shield off the rain. Not a coat, not an umbrella, no nothing. The lack of protection made you think of staying for the night here. Silco had a built-in room somewhere in this building you could stay in. You and Silco were pretty close together. Even outside of work matters. From being a friend in the mines to the proposal. While eloping you both agreed to it being unknown to anyone. Even to family and friends on both sides.

“Would Silco let me spend the night here ?” You asked casually,

“Here ? Um, No i dont think so- But dont take my word i.. don’t really know the boss that much as well as you do. B..but you can try ..?” Chuck poorly chuckled in nervousness. 

Sure you both were work friends but his mind was a constant reminder how high above you were from him. You chuckled when the bartender sheepishly answered. 

“ I’ll try my chances” 

Before you left you asked Chuck to do another favor,  

“Hey before I leave, make me the whiskey that Silco always orders, isn’t whiskey with ice ? ”

“mhm, i’ll start closing after his drink is done”

He poured the liquor into an empty glass as you watched. After he was done, you thanked him for making the drink before you both said your goodbyes. You made your way to Silco’s office through the glowing stairs. As you opened up the door to see Silco behind his desk, hunched over some paper work and a map of the Chembaorens territories. He raised his only eyebrow to you walking into his office without ever knocking. 

“What came along for you to stay after hours?” 

You walked behind his busy desk where he sat on his chair. His elbows touching the desk as his eyes move where you were at. 

“A lack of a coat and an umbrella of course.”

You playfully told him, “It seems it's going to be raining all night sadly.” You took off the 

snappy attitude for a second. Letting go of a light sigh of annoyance.

“It seems we’re having similar nights .” He huffed out

“Do you think we’ll stay here all night because of that ?”

“Unfortunately, I’m busy for the time being. ”

Silco went back to the paperwork in front of him. For a second before you placed the cold cup on the “Lanes” portion of the map. 

“Cheers to us,” 

The condensation of the cup stained the map with a circular spot. The Lanes. Sure the Lanes were no different from the rest in Piltover’s eyes. But there are things that make it separate from the others. Loyalty. You will never see somebody turn a fellow neighbor into any enforcer’s cuffs. You will never see such community in the other parts. So quick you’ll think the two were a zaunite and a piltoverian. So quick to turn the other cheek. Even the leaders are unfaithful to their fellow council. 

“I already had mine for the night. And also Chuck is already closing for the night .”

Silco took a slight look at you before taking the cup to his lips. A light smile formed on his face. He thanked you followed by your name. The last thing muttered under his breath before the liquor hit his lips. 

“Just say what you want to say dear , no need to be proper. We're out of work hours now.”

 A small tease came through your words

“If you insist, my lovely” His voice was a tad bit harsh but still kind. “You may rest on the couch. If I ever need your assistance I’ll call you over.”

“Perfect,” 

You walked off to the couch with the decorative coffee table in front. You laid back on the soft, comfortable, maroon colored couch. The couch relaxed your tight muscles as you laid down on the couch. All was quiet but not silent. The rain outside , the soft writing and the occasional light chime of the glass and ice tapping each other. It almost made you fall asleep as you laid on the couch. Questions came into your mind as you were staring off into the void, like if Silco would be bothered if somebody slept on the couch, most likely, but there’s exceptions for anything. Maybe if he slept here before you two got together. A small huff of humor came out as you thought while smiling. 

The bitterness and the burning feeling of the whiskey was the only thing that was keeping him awake during this night. Silco had already so little sleep last night with no breaks during the day as much as the tiredness was trying to persuade him. But he needed to make the future plans and operations he was planning on implementing. Many for cooperations and meetings with the other chembarons one-on-one. The papers that he was examining were slowly turning into just a mix of letters and periods together and sloppy ink stains. The relaxing waterdrops dripping down were tempting the act of rest on Silco’s eye lid.

After a while boredom was building in your mind. There were not much of a variety of things you could do while waiting until the rain had stopped. The thought of bothering your husband was tempting but you understood he was busy and not to be bothered. But you could get up and get things , you are his spouse after all, surely he trusts you using stuff that’s his. You got up from the couch and traveled behind his desk for some extra paper and such. Of course a pair of eyes took notice of you walking around. He looked at you from the corners of his eyes before returning back to his slow work.

He could not concentrate, rereading lines, not processing information that was on the papers. Slico needed a break. He quietly raised his eyes against his brows to look at the person on the couch sketching. The artist was focused on sketching on the plank, white paper with a black pen that belonged to him. He was looking for that pen after losing it a few weeks ago. He wondered if you had stolen it since nobody has gotten into his office lately besides Jinx. But no it was just in his lower drawer after all.

“What is my lovely drawing?” He thought. 

His mind started to ponder off. In a blur of meaningless, inner monologue he zoning out with his eyelid low. His vision became blurry and limited and his thoughts blank with the natural melody playing outside as background music to consume his mind.

You were sketching little doodles and sketches around the page. Some were little like a simple eight petal flower in the corner. Some were sketches of people, many were the same person over and over again. That person was the man behind the desk on the far left of you. Some of the sketches were mostly off, like his hair wasn't the right shape or his scar wasn’t detailed enough. Maybe you could use the reference again. What's a better reference than the original piece? You decided to take another quick sight at Silco, just a quick look before continuing. When you looked up from your paper again to the left of you, you were automatically met with a pair of mismatched eyes lazily looking at you right back at you. 

The almond mismatched eyes look at you with tiredness in them. Like they wanted to be where you were at. Not hunching over a desk planning for shit that's not even going to happen for months. No, a soft surface that he could lay onto. To close his eye and cover his forever opened eye to catch up on the nights where he had ignored meaningful rest. He would finally sleep with you at the same time for this rainy night. Most of the time you were already blissfullying sleeping the time he prepared himself to join you.  He quickly realized that the two of you were staring at each other blankly before the both of you started smirking, He finally called you out.

“Admiring me I see,” 

“Just needed a reference dear,” 

“Having my portrait in the middle of the night ? Even better ,” 

He teased, but now curious how the sketches came out. He didn’t notice you looking at him at any other times besides now. But he didn’t have any doubt it was horrible. You were an incredible artist.

“I just needed something to accompany myself with before I dozed off” You playfully responded. If he’s going to respond with sas you're going to reply just as equivalent. You looked around the room for the clock. On the wall the hands were tipping at 2:25. Well over due for your rest for the night. 

“Care for me to join you then?”

When you could've spoken he had already got up from his seat. He placed his finished drink down before straightening his back. A few bones popped when he stretched his arms out while walking toward the couch. God his body ached. All of his muscles were knots of his own inactivity. Before he sat down he turned off the brightest lamps. Only leaving the small, low lamps on for sight. Once he was done he dragged himself onto the empty space you left. The seat felt like a relief. The couch had fused itself with his head back against the couch. 

A deep grunt escaped from his parting lips with a sigh of relief paired. To Jenna he needed to take more breaks.

“Sleeping on the job is see”

 A sharp attitude chimed into your voice. For once Silco was too tired to do anything about it. He’ll let it slide, for now. In the midst of leisure he had slowly reached for the cigar case and his lighter. The couch rubbed against its fabric as he arched . A nice view to see from your end.  He lit up one of his cigars, filling the air with smoke with no wind to carry it off. 

The smell was a version of a calming scent to you. It reminded you of the mines while you and Silco picked at coal together. The hours of chit-chat Silco and you had. You wondered if the past would accept this way of ruling. You snapped back into the present when Silco leaned on your shoulder. The smoke puffing out of his lips like a breeze in autumn blowing the leaves. His slow moments indicate he was about to sleep in a few short minutes. So slow to puff in a single hit after with his sluggish movements. In your own way you were also slowly drifting into sleep. You close your notebook before handing it towards Silco. 

“You were interested in the sketches I did ?”. You yawned before laying on your side with your legs crunched up to your chest. Before you could lay your head down completely, Silco whispered your name before continuing, 

“Wait” 

He put out his cigar then turned to his side and grabbed one of the couch pillows on his side and tucked it underneath your head when he got up. Instead of sitting back down he went to the closet near his desk and pulled out a black blanket with a red interior. It was definitely wide and thick enough for a blanket to be shared among two people. You had seen that blanket multiple times while on the job but you never saw him use it. The thought of him sleeping in his office was rising again.

“So that’s why you have that big ol’ blanket there just collecting dust for sleeping at the job?” You picked at him. 

“Not on the clock, for cases just like these, my lovely”

Despite you trying to get under his skin, his response was soft spoken and smooth like liquids compared to him a few moments ago. Maybe that break gave him peace within himself. He took off his vest and placed it over his chair. Leaving him with a loose tie and a collared shirt. He moped himself back on the couch tucking you in the makeshift bed. 

While he was taking off his shoes, you took great notice of his disheveled look. With his tie loosened, his hair sprinkled around his forehead and his half closed eyelid. But tonight wasn’t the time for such, or was it? You motioned fingers at Silco to come with a smirk on your face. Tonight drained him too much for him to care. He scooted himself into your arms of acceptance and covered the two of you with the blanket.  

The moment you accepted him, all of his wows blew away in the dust. Silco lets out a low hum of comfort from your acceptance. Like this was his way of saying “thank you.” He traced his digits over yours sides as he bows his head to your chest for warmth. A tired purr was let out as he enfolded further in the cuddle. He coiled himself into your heat.

He hung on to you like you were his last hope. To Jenna, your warmth was an oasis to him. All of his muscles loosen as the rest came ashore. His coldness defrosted by your touch. 

“Missed me that badly ?”

Silco nodded his head against your chest with a “hmh” in agreement. 

It was funny, he was snarky and sassy only a few minutes ago. Now he craves to be in your arms. To be cooed and be cared for. You're more than happy to give such. You too missed your partner. Even when you two were in the same building. 

A hand was placed on the messy slick-back on your chest. Your fingers curled his black and white hairs as you pleased. His hair was smooth and as chilled as the office’s air. The weight from him felt so blissful on your behalf. The feeling of cuddling a cold weighted pillow equates to him. Slowly that “pillow” turns warmer and warmer as he traced his fingers on your sides. Slowly letting his bear hug let loose as the two of you drifted into sleep.