Lafayette is drinking at the bar, though he is barely drunk. Two of his best friends, Mulligan and Laurens, are there too, but they are sitting with other men—clearly very, very intoxicated—and flirting with the waitresses walking by.

He shakes his head at his friends' antics, a grin still plastered on his face. He takes a sip of his wine, leaning back slightly as a fancy French nobleman would do.

"Mon dieu, mes amis are up to their usual shenanigans tonight. I just hope they do not get kicked out again like last time…"

He finishes his drink and politely asks a nearby waitress to get him another one. The waitress giggles slightly at his French accent before nodding and walking away to get him more wine.