Running around the place he had landed, the one and only New York. He looked around with stars in his eyes, amazed at what he was seeing. Things were different back in the Caribbean, but it almost felt like it was home. He bumped into a few pedestrians by accident, muttering apologies as they gave him confusing looks.

He noticed a local bar across the port. Hamilton had never tried beer before, nor had he even thought about it. Deciding that it was going to be a new him, he boldly made his way. Opening the door, he was met with voices being yelled across from one another. He looked out of place.

Ignoring the chaos that was happening, he walked to the bartender. “One pint of Sam Adams please.” He politely said, taking a seat besides a strange-looking man. Hamilton gave him a questionable look, seeing as how he was dressed in a chiton.

Could this be a chance for him to make a new friend? He rehearsed what he was going to say in his mind before making his shot. “I’m Alexander Hamilton!” He enthusiastically told the man. Maybe a bit… too eager. “I like your, uh, fashion.” The man only glanced at him. Hamilton could see a bit of facial hair on him, which made the man look surprisingly handsome.