Genderbent Hamilton

Aaron sighed, paying for his drink as the bar got eerily quiet. He looked towards the door to find a young woman, about 20ish, walk into the bar, holding a few papers. She was wearing a pale forest green dress, long brown hair that was in a low ponytail, violet blue eyes that you could just drown in, and a few freckles that dotted her face. Aaron had to admit, she was hella cute. He wondered if he could court her.

"Excuse me, sir?" He heard the woman say, now in front of him. "Are you mister Aaron Burr?"

Aaron nodded, smiling a little bit, wondering on what a woman like her would want with him, unless someone sent her to fetch him. Yeah, that was most likely it.

"Who's asking?" He asked calmly, hiding his suspicion well.

"Oh, I am sir!" The woman replied, paying no heed to the murmurs from the bars patrons. "My name is Alexandra Hamilton, and I want to see if it is possible for me to get into Princeton. Everyone I asked just told me to find you. So, here I am, seeing if you could get me into Princeton."

"With a pretty face like yours?" Burr flirted a bit, his tone holding no promise that he'll do what she requested. "I'm sure I can make some magic happen."

He looked at her face, which beamed slightly before she processed what he said, and his tone of voice. She then gave him a look of suspicion.

"If you're assuming that I'm stupid, I'm going to kindly tell you that I'm not as simple-minded as I may seem." She said finally, her tone stern, earning glares from the men in the bar. She continued to pay no attention to the patrons, her glare only focusing on the man in front of her, who was in his own state of shock. "I've worked my ass off by using my brains and determination to get over here, and I'll be damned if I did all of that for nothing. I'll do whatever you want me to do, sir, just as long as you hold your end of the bargain. Is that too much to ask for?"

The entire bar was stunned at the woman's outburst. Suddenly, a new voice spoke up.

"The girl has some spunk, Burr." The man that Aaron recognized as John Laurens said. "I suggest you do as she asks, because I don't think she'll hesitate to kick someone's ass. And I don't know about you, but heels kinda hurt when they hit the right spot."

The entire bar started snickering, minus Aaron, Alexandra, who just glared at Laurens, her face unreadable, and Laurens, who just glared back at the woman, his face also unreadable.

"Listen doll," Aaron spoke up again, earning the woman's attention. "If I could hold up my end of the bargain, I would, but I can't. I can't bend the rules like that, doll. And even so, why do you want to be at Princeton anyways?"

"I want to join the revolution, and prove that women aren't just a pretty face!" She spat, raising her voice to ensure that the entire bar heard her, which was now stunned.

"Doll, you do realize that that's near impossible, right?" Aaron muttered, his voice above a whisper.

"Do not call me 'Doll'!" She spat again, before looking around the bar. "Anyone here have close ties to the general!?"

After a moment or so, a hand was raised. Aaron looked at the man he identified as Marquis de Lafayette. Alexandra smiled, walking towards the group of men.

"Who're you?" Said a gruff voice that Aaron identified as Hercules Mulligan.
"Who're you?" Said Laurens.
"Who're you?" Said Lafayette.

"Who is this gem, what's she gonna do?" The whole bar (minus Aaron) chimed in, giving the girl a devilish smirk.

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