The drive into the city was wholly uneventful; Alexander nodded off once or twice due to Burr's lack of talking. When he caught himself, Burr was either just smiling at him or just paying no attention at all. 

"We should get you acquainted with some popular spots among students. Hopefully, you'll make friends more quickly." Burr seemed to be reciting some sort of dialogue, his words were so carefully chosen. 

"I haven't quite chosen a school yet..." Alexander mumbled, squishing his cheek against his own hand as he looked out of the vehicle's window. "I figured I'd go to Princeton first, talk to the, um... whoever it is that handles the financials?"

"The bursar?"

Alexander snapped his fingers. "Yes."

Burr only nodded, much to Alexander's chagrin. "I thought you'd be excited someone was trying to follow in your footsteps."

"You can choose whatever school fits your fancy," Burr said through his teeth, clearly avoiding snapping at the other male. He wanted to make a good impression, at least. "Now, back to what I was saying. I'll take you to some more popular spots around, then you can do as you please. While I am your temporary guide, I am not your babysitter."

Alexander put up his hands, inhaling quietly. "Alright, alright, I got it."

The vehicle stopped in front of a bar, making Alexander raise an eyebrow. "I'm not exactly of legal age here..." This fact made Alexander rather upset, but he wouldn't let it show in front of the near emotionless Burr. 

"I know the owner, there'll be no trouble. They hardly card, anyway." Burr waved his hand dismissively before getting out of the car and gesturing for Alexander to follow. He got out of the vehicle with little fuss, shoving his hands in his pockets. They walked right in without interference, leaving Alexander to just glance around, soaking in the sight of an American bar. It wasn't too crowded since it was an odd hour and a weekday, but it wasn't empty either. "Just don't talk to anyone, alright? At least not right now. This is just an intro. Say the wrong thing and you could be caught on the wrong side of a fistfight."

Rather suddenly, there was a commotion of noise coming from some rowdy boys, all of them clashing their bottles or glasses in some sort of toast. Burr grimaced. 

"Ignore them," he murmured, pulling Alexander to the bar where he greeted the bartender with a pleasant smile. "A milk punch for me and my... friend." Perhaps Burr's charm did have some perks. 

Alexander's attention, however, kept drifting to the group off to the side, where each member was at different levels of drunkenness. He was fairly sure he could hear one of them vaguely beatboxing, but it just dissolved into laughter. Burr was gritting his teeth beside him, clearly annoyed with the group's antics. 

Alexander only smiled fondly, already vaguely jealous over the bonding happening. Burr was now blatantly glaring at the group, trying to telepathically tell them to shut up. One of them seemed to notice as he gave Burr a wide, intoxicated smile. 

"Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton college!" This guy's accent was a weird amalgamate of deep South and Brooklyn, only more influenced by whatever it was he was drinking.

"Aaron Burr!" Called another voice, this one quite a bit deeper. Burr visibly stiffened, downing his drink in one go. 

"You guys can talk all you want, but I'll stay here. We'll see how we turn out, yeah?" Burr's reply was calm and collected, a soft smirk playing on his lips. 

Alexander laughed hard, covering his mouth with his arm. "Yeesh, Burr, it's no wonder you don't talk so much. You'll pull yourself into anything if you do."

The rest of the chatter ceased, all eyes on Alexander. Then, suddenly:

"Yo, who are you?" 

"Uh-- Alexander. Hamilton." Well, that was simple enough.

"Like the kid from the paper who wrote about a storm or something?"

"Something like that." Alexander shifted towards the group, not taking a second glance at the appalled Burr. "Mind if I join?"

He was met with all-around agreeance, so he sat with the group. The first to reach out for an introduction was a tan, freckled boy, the one with the hard to place way of talking. 

"John Laurens. Glad to meet you, Alexander."