Washington is sheepish and annoyed as he tells them, "Dear God. Well, I can't hide it much longer." He gestures for them to get it over with.

Jefferson and Burr are entirely consumed by excitement. Burr pumps his fist and exclaims, "Yay! I didn't want to wait for it..."

"What song do you want?" Washington asks begrudgingly.

"Hmmmmmmm..." Jefferson mutters, looking over Washington's shoulder at the songs.

Suddenly, the songs shuffle. 'Let It Go' plays. Jefferson shoves Burr towards the karaoke machine.
"BURR, IT'S YOUR SONG!"

Washington flops right back down on the couch and puts a blanket over his head.

Burr hesitates despite his previous enthusiasm, "Uhh..." He says into the microphone.

Jefferson, still riled up, yanks the blanket off of Washington and yells over the beginning of the accompaniment of 'Let it Go', "Come onnnnn," he half complains, half urges. Washington lets out what can only be sarcastically described as a manly screech.

This seems to be enough encouragement for Burr, as he begins singing (if you could call it that) along to the track. "THE SNOW GLOWS WHITE ON THE MOUNTAIN TONIGHT!!!" he howls.

"WOOOOOOOO!" Jefferson cheers Burr on with an impressive amount of obnoxiousness. Washington sinks further into the couch and pulls the blanket back over his head.

"I'm going to try and sleep..." He says quietly.

"Hah!" Jefferson smirks, "Good luck." Washington grabs the two nearest pillows on the sofa and shoves them to his ears, setting his remaining drink down.

Jefferson struts the three feet to the karaoke machine and proceeds to put it at full volume, skull-rattlingly loud.

Burr, after stepping towards Washington, jolts the man upwards by the shoulder and continues to 'sing', "NOT A FOOTPRINT TO BE SEEN"

"BURR SING! SINGGGG!!" Jefferson cheers, somehow even louder than the blaring music.

"Honestly, fuck you," Washington addresses both men in front of him. He is visibly cringing as he takes another sip of his drink.

"A KINGDOM OF ISOLATION AND IT LOOKS LIKE I'M THE... QUEEN?" Burr screams at this point. Burr is still holding Washington upright on the couch. The man being held simultaneously to the couch and up from the couch turns to his last hope, if any at all.

"Jefferson, save me."

"Uhhhhh no can do," Jefferson chuckles.

Washington still feels held upright, but when he turns, he sees Burr in the other side of the room clutching a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. He takes an enormous swig and sings the chorus at the top of his lungs.

"LET IT GOAT LET IT GOAT!" Burr HAD already been a little drunk from the previous party. But not like this.

Jefferson is practically doubled over with laughter and Washington is still cringing. "What the hell is happening?" asks the latter, but not before drinking more of his seemingly bottomless plastic cup. The former contemplates joining Burr in his singing.

"CAN'T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE!" Burr is still wailing.
Jefferson sees no problem with joining in. "LET IT GOO LET IT GOOOOO!" As they hold out the note, Burr dumps whiskey into Jefferson's tea. Jefferson, oblivious, takes a sip. He sees no problem with his drink either. He might need to go to an eye doctor.

(I'm sorry these are all really short I'm new here)
(I wrote like half the story and I'm trying to divide it up)