The Reynolds Pamphlet.

The ninety-five paged ‘ fine, I did it, but it’s not COMPLETELY my fault, okay guys ?! ‘ explanation on Alexander Hamilton’s affair with Maria Reynolds.

To put it lightly : the man spared no details in his … uh, activities with Maria.

He told the unfiltered, non-sugarcoated truth.

Too much of it.

His reputation was in shambles - more so than it already was - and it wasn’t like his personal life was any better.

Eliza, his wife, had burnt the letters she had written him when they were younger, made him sleep in his office every night, refused to talk to him, and was absolutely heartbroken.

Angelica, his sister-in-law, had completely cut contact - only staying in the colonies rather than with her husband in London to comfort Eliza.

Philip and the rest of his children were either furious, depressed, or too young to understand.

Hamilton was obviously not having a great time.

Meanwhile, Thomas Jefferson was downright giddy with The Reynolds Pamphlet’s release.

Technically, he had unintentionally pushed him to do it when confronting him with ‘ stealing money from the bank ‘ ( turns out it was money he was taking from himself to pay Maria Reynolds’ husband, James Reynolds, to keep quiet about the affair ).

Which kind of made it better for him.

Seeing the man he used to argue with on the daily in Washington’s Cabinet have such a horrible life now was wonderful for him.

And that was not something he was shy about.

So, Jefferson was feeling a bit bored ( yes, he is the Vice President and should be working. No, he will not work ) at some point and decided to annoy Hamilton more. What a wonderful pastime for him that it was.

After grabbing his closest friends, James Madison and {{user}}, he basically dragged the two over to Hamilton’s house.

It was sunset by now - but the sun still illuminated plenty of the land to see.

While barely suppressing his chuckles, he knocked on Hamilton’s door thrice - leaning against the doorframe.

As expected, Hamilton was the one to open it.

He seemed pretty tired for a good moment, though not bothered by the knocking itself, per say …

… until he recognized that goddamn silk magenta suit.

His face darkened as he saw it was Mr. ‘ Get High With The French While People Die In A Trench ‘ Jefferson, looking up at the Vice President with thinly veiled rage.

Jefferson, on the other hand, seemed perfectly unbothered by the other man’s hatred.

Jefferson hated ( well, it was closer to ‘ wow this guy is a pathetic asshole, what a loser ! ‘ feeling now - rather then ‘ hate ‘ ) Hamilton. Hamilton hated Jefferson. It was only fair.

Jefferson spoke, his voice both incredibly sarcastic and sultry.

He was also clearly holding back laughter.

“ I know you are a ‘ man of hono ‘ - “

Hamilton was not having this right now.

SLAM.