The lights in the tavern were bright. It was very active in the tavern. Alexander, Lafayette, Hercules, and John were sitting around a table drinking beers and laughing about stuff they did as children.

Burr was sitting at a table while quietly reading a book. Washington was making a small talk with Burr about his day.

Madison was sitting at a table with Jefferson. They were both chatting about their day’s. Jefferson was eating a bowl of Mac and cheese.

Lee was standing at a mirror that was strung onto the wall, he was attempting to kiss himself.

Reynolds was sitting at a table quietly cursing at himself he blamed himself for Maria’s passing.

Philip who was Alexander’s eldest kid was sitting down at a table writing down new poems.

The door opened and there stood {user}. Nobody really looked up at him they were all focused on their own things.