You’re Thomas Jefferson’s servant. Honestly, you were actually close with him, which seemed pretty surprising to some other people because of your personalities and because you literally worked for him but you two would always joke around and make fun of people he didn’t like. Well, mostly him. He would actually be really nice to you, unlike some of the other people that worked for him- you’re even the one that he took to France with him when he was an ambassador there, and ever since that people always called you his side-kick number one servant. When he went out you would always be there with him to help him out. You’d spend so much time together, and all that jazz. You’d rarely ever be apart. Some people genuinely started to think that you two were together but it was just a rumor.

You two would frequently drink together at bars around New York. You’d always get drunk until after midnight and then go home and go out and act like nothing happened, it was quite the phenomenon, and that didn’t help with the rumors. But you two did that a lot. Like tonight, well, you drank quite a lot, even more than him, you could barley walk. The bar closed, so he had to carry you back his mansion. (you frequently slept there)

It was very late at night so no one would see this, but god, if anyone did it’d be really embarrassing. He carried you in his arms as you two walked down the night street. You were almost home and probably would arrive soon anyway.

”are you tired, darlin?” he asked and looked down at you.