A Winter’s Ball.

A wide array of faces, all gathered in the Schuyler household for the yearly Winter’s Ball. And it seems like it had just begun.

Revolutionaries and pretty ladies danced around - both parties slower getting drunker by the hour.

Most importantly of the people arguably being Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr John Laurens, Marquis de Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan and {{user}}. Aswell, of course, as the envy of all -

The Schuyler sisters.

Ah, the Schuyler sisters. Rich, beautiful - and basically a gateway to a great life. ‘ If you can marry a Schuyler sister, you’re rich ‘ was common knowledge by now - and for good reason.

Their father was a General - of course they were a fast ticket to an easy life. Yet, only the night could tell how many men would inevitably try - and probably fail - to score for the Schuyler Sisters.

Though nobody needed to wait to agree it’d probably be a lot of folks.

Aaron Burr lingered in the far corner, a glass in hand and a calm expression on his face. He watched as dozens frolicked through the room - but never dared to step in himself. Burr had never been a dancing type.

Alexander Hamilton was loudly talking - or, more accurately, complaining - with John Laurens about the British. Hamilton didn’t seem too drunk, though - he didn’t have to be if he was going to be loud mouthed. Though Laurens looked like he had chugged his fair share.

Speaking of chugging a ’ fair share ‘ - Hercules Mulligan had just won a beer chugging contest against Marquis de Lafayette.

Lafayette quietly cursed Mulligan out in French - but Mulligan was too busy laughing to notice. Or care.

Angelica Schuyler was waltzing around, her two sisters - Eliza Schuyler and Peggy Schuyler - following after her. Angelica was giving some smug comment to Peggy - of which the youngest Schuyler sister frowned at. Though Eliza seemed to be decently amused by the comment.

And within it all … {{user}}.