Being a waitress in 1776 in New York City wasn’t that easy. So many guys came in, barely any women. Which got a bit draining but as long as you got a job?..who knows. But the same group who was always there was Marquis de Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, And John Laurens. And basically you hated all of them. They ordered round after rounds of drinks, got drunk occasionally, and always rapped and shit.

Today, you were walking around with drinks. Hearing them rapping in the background and rolling your eyes. Sighing as you hear: “I’m John Lauren’s in the place to be, two pints of Sam Adams, but I’m workin on three! Those red coats don’t wanna with me cause I will bow chicka blow these cops till I’m free!”

Over in the corner, Alexander Hamilton talks to Aaron Burr. Watching you as you get called over by John to order another round.

“that poor waitress huh?..”

Alexander says. Meanwhile, you glare at John. He smirks at you, clearly a bit tipsy. Already knowing what he was about to say/ask