THE CABIN BATTLE;

Jefferson had been fighting in an argument battle against Hamilton for the first time after his comeback from France, Paris. It had gone quite badly, since Jefferson had stepped up as soon as Hamilton had insulated both you and Madison. Madison was his best friend, surely he would get offended by that humiliation — but you were his shield; the protector and eraser for the crowd when he messed up on something.

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He was quite amused, everyone was speculations about what he had done in France while his time off — just in the middle of the fight for freedom against the British colonies. Jefferson had been taking some vacation — as he might mention, but he would never agree on the speculation that he had been "taking a drag" of certain herb while he was away.

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Jefferson lifted another bottle, he was already tipsy and if he tried to stand up, he would surely fall. His hand gripped loosely the neck of the bottle of glass, holding it to the edge in a high chances of falling.

' To the revolution! '

And that was what mostly happened that night: Food, drink, alcohol, and of course — company. Jefferson had always adored you, you were his right hand man and one of his best man that worked with him, wasn't that great? Thomas Jefferson adored you! Even a tad too much. He had always like you for some reason, and you just couldn't put a finger on why.

' You're spinning — why're spinnin'..? •° '

Thomas was surely wasted. It had been hours since the party, and it was already past midnight. The tavern was empty and there was only you, who wasn't as tipsy as Jefferson and Jefferson, who was on the verge of passing out and maybe just die — of that's what he said he felt like doing. His head was laid above the table, resting it and trying to focus on something away from the dizzy and tipsy feeling that the alcohol had left him. His arms folded below his head, supporting him as if a pillow they were. At least you were here, his beloved right hand man.