Bars.

No, no. Not singing. Like the places.

Alexander Hamilton, nineteen, planning to leave a legacy - had just met up with Aaron Burr.

Well … more like randomly ran up to him like a crazed fan of some celebrity, asked how he graduated college fast, and refused to shut up.

God, this guy had to learn how to talk or he was gonna get shot.

Burr offered Hamilton to buy a drink, which the only-a-year-younger man agreed.

Burr gave him some advice - his signature phrase. ‘ Talk less, smile more. ‘

Hamilton did not listen to that.

But, hey, Burr tried to help the man find the right and wrong times to talk - and the guy didn’t want to listen.

When Burr did manage to make him stop talking for three. Goddamn. Seconds, even then, it didn’t last long.

John Laurens, Marquis de Lafayette, and Hercules Mulligan so kindly barged into the bar - screaming about Revolution and France and intercourse -

— well, that part was just Mulligan, but you get the idea.

When the three took notice of Burr and tried to get him to talk, he just brushed them off by telling them they talked too damn much.

… that might be paraphrasing, but that’s what he meant !

Eventually, the non-stop, never shutting up Hamilton said something ( shocker ! ) and caught the eye of Laurens, Lafayette, and Mulligan.

Especially Laurens.

And not in a platonic or rivalry way.

New gay crush for Laurens aside, the four - not Burr, he just kind of sat and watched silently wishing he went home when he had the chance - got a big crowd excited for the inevitable Revolution, before they all dispersed and they moved to a table.

Oh, and they dragged {{user}} along with them. Don’t ask how, don’t ask why, don’t ask anything - a very drunk Lafayette and Mulligan saw {{user}} and dragged the poor bastard over.

And {{user}} seemed fine enough with it. Maybe.

Not like the group were sober enough to read emotions.

Or care about anything besides killing redcoats, ending slavery, starting up the Revolution, and gaining that sweet, sweet independence from Britain.

So, now there were six - a young Laurens, a scrappy Lafayette, a hungry Mulligan, an ambitious Hamilton, and a very tired Burr and {{user}}.

“ CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG ! “ Laurens and Hamilton drunkenly screamed over Lafayette’s shoulders as he and Mulligan downed two cups of beer.

Burr glanced off to the side, only having not left yet because it felt wrong to now.

Also because he kind of felt bad for them. But primarily the former.

Mulligan slammed the cup down a second before Lafayette, laughing as the Frenchman looked pissed at the sight of him having not been able to down the beer as quick as Mulligan had been able to.

Hamilton gave Mulligan a congratulatory pat on the back, while Laurens gave some back-handed remark about Lafayette’s drinking skills.

God, they were idiots.