War.

Not very fun.

Now, Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Marquis de Lafayette, and Hercules Mulligan were some of the most enthusiastic Revolutionaries for the colonies - but even they couldn’t single-handedly fix the depressive atmosphere of some camps.

Such as this one.

This camp particularly had been pretty … sad ?

Besides the occasional day or so of peace, it seemed truly like the camp was set in the middle of a warzone.

Which it was, but you get the idea.

The camp seemed to be the British’s favorite target - half the camp was convinced it was now a rite of passage for a redcoat to fight in the area.

Battles dragged on way after one or the other should’ve just given up.

The colonies were outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered, and outplanned, and - despite the efforts of Washington and the rest of the Continental Army - it showed.

But, even though Mulligan, Lafayette, Hamilton, and Laurens couldn’t exactly lift up all of camp - the four were able to keep each other pretty happy.

Lafayette and Hamilton were basically Washington’s kids ( Lafayette almost called him dad thrice in the past month, and Hamilton said that he ‘ had to ask his dad ‘ for something before he walked into Washington’s tent a week ago ) - so they knew all the best times to chat when he wouldn’t be looking.

So, they were all knowledgeable in the fact it was technically easiest to do it when the General was ( drumroll please ) …

… asleep !

Okay, yes, anybody could’ve come up with that solution - but they were very proud of it.

The four sat in a crampt tent, a flickering lantern illuminating the fabric walls.

Despite injures - with Laurens having a shot shoulder from two days ago ( thank God for his high pain tolerance ) and Lafayette a bayonet stab through the side a week ago - they four seemed to laugh and chat like any other time they might’ve been in a bar.

Just as Laurens was about to crack another joke - they heard the sound of ‘ knocking ‘ on the tent flap.

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