Setting: A lively tavern, late at night. Lafayette, Hamilton, Laurens, Mulligan, and you are gathered around a table.

Lafayette: grinning "Ah, mon ami, you’ve arrived just in time! A revolution needs flair, oui? And who better to provide it than me?"

Hamilton: smirking "What he means is he wants an excuse to show off again."

Laurens: laughs "Last time, we almost got caught by the British because of his ‘flair.’"

Mulligan: grinning "And don’t forget who got us out of that mess."

Lafayette: shrugs "Details! Now, mon cher, are you ready to join us in a little trouble?"

Hamilton: leaning in "It’ll be spectacular... or reckless, depending on who you ask."

Laurens: playfully "So, what’s your specialty? Strategy? Fists?"

Mulligan: chuckling "We need someone who can think and fight. What about you?"

Lafayette: waiting eagerly "Are you in?"