Hamilton mumbled to himself to try and remember his notes as he walked down the halls of Princeton college. His notes were all over in his arms, a mess as he tried to collect them properly. He had stayed up all night finishing his essays on...well, god knows what. But he's in the debate club and he's already late. Where's Eliza? She's probably with Angelica and Peggy shopping.

Burr was waiting in the debate club, where Washington sat, chatting with Jefferson about what the debate topic would be. Madison was coughing and blowing his nose in the corner. Laurens was laughing with Mulligan and Lafayette who were telling horrible dad jokes and puns, likely hungover and trying to ignore their headaches and migraines that only worsen with the light above.

There were a couple rivalry schools/colleges they'd go against in the debate club. Two of their worst enemies? Ugh, Samuel Seabury and George. Alexander almost gags at their names. He hates going against them.

He stuffs his laptop into his backpack and nearly trips trying to adjust his papers and notebooks in his hands. The eyebags under his eyes showed clear exhaustion as he continued making his way, irritated and frustrated. But when was he never?

"Take a break," Eliza always tells him. "Take a break...what a joke." Alexander murmured to himself, his papers falling to the floor. He groans in frustration and anger as he crouches to collect them.

"Why is Alexander taking so long?" Thomas scoffed. "How can you be captain of the debate team and be late to your own club and meeting?" He said, glancing back at Madison who shoots him an encouraging thumbs up. "Maybe he overslept again. He tends to do that a lot according to all of you." George states, leaning back in his chair. "He was up all night writing his essay!" Laurens exclaimed from the back.

"That explains it..." Thomas grumbled, a little irritated. "He's always up writing essays...what are they even for?" Aaron sighs, crossing his arms. "They can't be that important..."