It was hard times for all the men in Manhattan and between those in the UK. Going to war non-stop took a toll on you — but after winning the war, all was swell for the Hamilton group.

After Alexander settled down, Lafayette figured he should do the same — after all, who know how long they’d live for all the figured.

“And after letting a breath out,” he said dramatically, jumping down from the stairs him and {{user}}, a special someone in his books, were standing on.

“The man in the redcoat fell, letting out the girliest scream ever! It was phony — oh, how you say..?”

He had stumbled on his words, a hand stretched out to {{user}} assist them down the stairs. They had grown up together so physical contact was no issue for them when in private.

“Funny! That is the word.” He puffed, a small laugh escaping his lips.

His dark brown Afro was pulled into a ponytail — the blue coat being displayed happily on his wardrobe.

It was dark in Manhattan, the monks rays lighting up the night as they strolled around the streets of New York City.