"Thomas if you insist on trying to take down Hamilton can we please revise your arguments?"

"My arguments?" Thomas sipped from an ornate glass until it was empty, it didn't take long for his hand to find the decanter to fill it back up again. "My arguments are absolutely flawless, like me of course."

"Of course. I just think that taking a step back and... re-evaluating the situation could possibly open up a door or two." He threw himself onto the chair behind his desk, setting his drink down on what could be very integral paperwork, but now was demoted to mere coaster.

"What exactly are you referring to y/n, I don't have all day to sit around drinking and listening to you chat, I do have a presidency to win."

"I do understand Sir; I just don't know if you should really discuss the way he dresses." He sat his glasses on top of his head and let out a loud, single 'ha'.

"All is fair in love and war; nothing is too far and if you think talking about his god-awful fabric choices is over the line you might as well turn around and get out of this building."

"It isn't that I think it's too much Sir, if anything, I just think that out of the two of you, it isn't Hamilton with the faux pas fashion." His hand gripped onto the glass and his face screwed up in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"Some of your outfit choices can just be a bit... overpowering."

"These are the finest fabrics from France, designed, crafted and fitted by people so great that people like you haven't even heard of them." He brushed his hands down the velvety lapels of his jacket and looked over towards his fashion accessory that was his unneeded cane. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about." He gestured up and down your body. "You would think that if you were coming to tell me this you maybe would have put some effort into your own outfit today? Honestly... we might as well get the British back in charge if were going by the time that your clothes hail from."

"It was merely some advice, if you don't want to take it that's your choice."

"Do you think I got to where I am by taking advice? Or do you think I became a household name by dressing like a shoe-shiner and being worried about how people think of how I dress?" He reached into his breast pocket and threw you a small envelope of money. "Get yourself some respectable clothes, I'm not walking about town with my ensemble looking like that."

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Written by Aaron.