~Dan's PoV~

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I sighed, setting down my glass. I knew a few of the people here, mostly from word of mouth. I inhaled deeply, cursing under my breath as the corset constricted my chest. It was a good thing to have to pretend I was male. I watched Mike cross the floor towards a dirty blond male. Timothy Jones. And, knowing my brother, he was about to burst into song at the sight of him. The man who had fast-tracked through Princeton, who'd inspired my brother to seek out college in New York City.

Humming to himself, Michael sat next to Timothy, gently tapping his shoulder. "Pardon me, are you Timothy Jones, sir?" I shook my head, smiling to myself.

Hazel eyes locked with my brother's as Timothy opened his mouth. "That depends. Who's asking?" Mike's eyes lit up as he realized that Timothy had actually given him his full attention.

"Oh, sure, sir. I'm Michael Schmidt, I'm at your service, sir. I have been looking for you." I noticed Timothy look away awkwardly while gnawing at his lip.

"I'm getting nervous." Mike backpedalled, waving his hands around frantically.

"Sir, I heard your name at Princeton. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punched him it's a blur, sir, he handles the financials?" I smiled faintly at the recollection of said mini-fight. Mike had a quick trigger, getting in fights over the slightest things. Timothy looked at Mike incredulously, eyebrow raised.

"You punched the bursar?" I saw Mike nod enthusiastically, yelling out an affirmative 'yes!' before rubbing the back of his neck.

"I wanted to do what you did, graduate in two, then join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid I'm not stupid." Mike pouted faintly. "So how'd you do it, how'd you graduate so fast?" Timothy turned away from Mike, eyes scanning the bar. His eyes flicked over my form and I instantly froze. I'm going to get found out, aren't I? Whilst Timothy's gaze had lingered for a second too long, he turned back to Mike.

"It was my parents' dying wish before they passed." Mike's face lit up and I knew he was going to blow this out of proportion.

Sure enough, he blurted, "You're an orphan, of course! I'm an orphan. God, I wish there was a war, then we could prove that we're worth more than anyone bargained for." I nodded, even though no one was paying attention to me, but I was paying attention to everyone around. Including the little group of three who looked a tad too enthusiastic about something.

"Can I buy you a drink?" My gaze snapped back over to Mike and Timothy. Mike smiled at Timothy.

"That would be nice."

"While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice. Talk less, smile more." Mike scoffed at the words. "Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for." I watched Mike's ice eyes roll back.

"You can't be serious." Timothy raised an eyebrow.

"You wanna get ahead?" Mike nodded, verbally answering positively. "Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead." It was at this moment that the trio in the corner decided to make a ruckus. The shortest of the three stood up on the table, yelling out.

"Yo yo yo yo yo! What time is it?" His comrades joined him for the next line.

"Showtime!" I sighed in tandem with Timothy.

"Like I said." The man on the table resumed his chant, his buddies watching in awe.

"Show time, show time! Yo, I'm Jere Fitzgerald, in the place to be. Two pints o' Sam Adams, but I'm workin' on three! Those redcoats don't want it with me, 'cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I'm free." His redheaded friend pried him off the table, setting him in a chair.

"Oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Scott Dun. The Lancelot of the revolutionary set. I came from afar just to say bonsoir, tell the king casse-toi. Who's the best? C'est moi." I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at the Frenchman. The midnight-haired man smiled at the redhead, yelling out his own part.

"Brrrah, brraaah I am Dylin Baker, up in it, lovin' it. Yes, I heard ya mother said 'come again'.
Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses. Of course, it's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets." I rolled my eyes again. What is it with men and sex? The redhead interjected with a 'wow' before the table guy stood again, swaying under alcoholic influence.

"No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let's raise a couple more to the revolution!" All three of them sang the last three words before the shortest one took notice of my brother's direction.

"Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton college." The sex guy spoke up, catching onto the first's topic change.

"Timothy Jones." The Jere guy slid onto a stool next to Timothy, nearly falling from the amount of alcohol in his system.

"Give us a verse, drop some knowledge." He slung his arm over Timothy's shoulders, which was shrugged off as Timothy stood to address the rest of his group.

"Good luck with that, you're takin' a stand. You spit, I'mma sit, we'll see where we land." I nodded slightly, but the other two of Jere's group had other ideas, booing at Timothy.

Jere spoke up again. "Jones, the revolution's imminent. What do you stall for?" At this point, Mike stood up.

"If you stand for nothing Jones, what'll you fall for?" I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest in a 'x' formation. Don't ruin this for yourself, Michael.

The trio looked at Mike in awe. "Ooh." They all took turns asking who he was, and Mike just stood there, eyes meeting mine through the bar.

"Who's this kid, what's he gonna do?" The trio spoke as one, and I sighed softly.

Jere gave one last drunken comment. "Me, hopefully." The bar quieted, looking at him.

Oh, shit. Then I slapped my forehead. Ladies don't curse. Then I cursed again. You're not a lady.

Mike started nervously tapping his fingers together. "I am not throwing away my shot!" I slapped my forehead again.

Goddammit, Mike.

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Well, I wanted to see how well the boys would fit into the musical "Hamilton"

I think they fit pretty damn well.

(Yes, Dan is passing as male, using a corset to 'bind' as it were.)

Question: would y'all like to see a book where it's Hamilton, but with the guards? I think I could pull it off. And it'd give me something to do over the summer.

Song: Aaron Burr, Sir - Hamilton musical

Love always,

Immortal-trash389