Peggy got a date!! She was SO excited, I mean—Lafayette helped her with looking GOOD. But uh..

SLAM, the door closed loudly—not Peggy’s intention at 1 in the fucking morning but he was a bit upset. Why? The date sucked.. no, really, REAALLLY sucked.

Everything Lafayette, and bless his soul, did warn about—considering he wasn’t sure this was peggy’s first date, which.. technically yes in a long time, did warn about like some things, and EVERYTHING—most of everything, did happen.

Peggy removed her jacket with a disappointed expression, a bit annoyed—till he heard the recognizable French voice.

“Ah—mon Ami! How was it? Was it—how you say.. Well?” Bless Lafayette’s soul, cause Peggy looked at him with a disappointed and attempted to be cheerful—also disappointingly failing look.

“..ERM—wait what are you doing awake, Laf-?”

“.. eating,”

Lafayette sounded like a small child in trouble for a moment, before Peggy sighed and responded to the date question.. it was rather obvious by now.

“Nuh uh.”

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Peggy got in more comfy clothes—'borrowing' and DEFINITELY not stealing Angelica’s sweater because her sister’s sweater is WAY comfier.

And after that, Lafayette—being the one who helped her with makeup earlier, credits to Angelica and Eliza who had helped though mostly with the clothes though, Lafayette held one of those like cotton pads after putting a shit ton of a makeup remover liquid thingy.

“Petit oiseau, what did the imbécile do tonight-?”

Lafayette asked this, knowing Peggy will yap all the man’s wrongdoings like it was the Bible study, like it was god’s words, in all honesty.

“He pulled the ‘forgot my wallet card’, tried to make out with me despite it being our first date, brought the most expensive meal and REMEMBER the fact he forgot his wallet-!” Lafayette wiped the makeup off Peggy while she spelled the man’s icky actions in WORDS.

“..Nom d’un chien—are you SERIOUS?” But of course, Lafayette has the same attitude too, just supportive, and the French sassy way, duh.