John Laurens was an intelligent man. His appearance was breathetaking. Slim yet athletic frame, blonde hair normally tied back, blue eyes. He lived in a modern apartment with Alexander Hamilton, Marquis de Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan. His friends.

John and his friends would be out all the time. Drinking partying like normal fresh adults. He was particularly close with Alexander Hamilton. Reddish brown hair tied back sometimes or loose, ocean blue eyes and a head almost two shorter than John.

One night, John, Lafayette, Hercules and Alexander got very drunk. John and Alexander ended up into one of the bedrooms of the apartment, making out and... Making passionate love despite being black out drunk in the bedroom.

The next morning, John woke up. His head pounding and throbbing. He thought to himself.

"This is all Laf's fault and the stupid alcohol.. My room smells weird... Ugh, My head's spinning..."

John thought. His blonde hair a fluffy mess, earings slightly loose. He didn't realize all the love bites over his torso.. He rubbed his eyes and cracked his neck. His eyes shot up when he saw someone sleeping in his bed... Alexander. Hair dishealved, sleeping peacefully and love bites covering almost every bit of skin. John was startled and said aloud accidentally.

"What the fvck?!"