"Oh look who finally showed up!" John calls to me from the barstool, his barstool, he insists on having the same one every time.

"Oh shut up you bastards," I chuckle under my words, my heart at ease with the familiar men in the bar, three of them my best friends, "You too, Mr. Laurens." I tease, knowing he hates it - or so he says, but the blush on his face says otherwise.

"Alexander Hamilton, you son of a whore, get your ass over here. We've got some serious business to discuss!" Herc booms, slapping the seat next to him, "Now, since you are probably going to be single forever without my help-" He stops with a snarky grin, knowing I'd retort.

"Excuse me?" I laugh, settling in next to Herc, feeling John's leg brush against mine. I bite back the urge to smile further, fighting the obvious red tint to my face.

"Okay, okay, maybe not forever, but without some of my expertise, you may end up being single until you're at least forty." he jokes, toying with the strings on the end of his boot, "But in all seriousness, there has been a fine dime that's been coming here lately, as a matter of fact, she's right-" He points across the room to a beautiful dark haired woman in a bright blue blouse, seated with two other women around her age, "..there"

"I dunno Herc, I'm more into.. How do you say- sturdier stuff?"

Herc almost spits out his drink, swallowing before a dumbfounded grin flashes across his face, "You're into tough girls? Like the ab workout ladies?" he laughs almost uncontrollably, somehow making coherent sentences.

"Mhm. The toughest ladies you can get." I lightly kick John under the table, causing him as well to double over in sudden laughter, choking on whatever he was drinking.

"Shh-" John goes to speak, but I slap the table with my hands, making up for what John was going to say. He grunts in amusement, shaking his pretty little head.

"But really, Alex, you should go talk to her."

And I'm not entirely sure what makes me stand up, maybe my urge to spite Herc no matter what, but I'm walking to the other end of the room to the girl.

I open my mouth to speak, but she catches my eye and beats me to it.

"I'm lesbian."

I stand there in shock, my mouth forming into a tight and awkward smile before I back away, leaving the three giggling girls to themselves. Herc must've heard too, because both John and Herc's faces where red with laughter.

I catch a familiar air to Herc, something I've known about him for too long, "Herc... you knew she was gay didn't you?"

He can barely breathe now, silently pounding the table, wiping away tears at the corners of his eyes, nodding his head so he doesn't have to speak. I sit down in embarrassment, though the thrill of the prank was well worth it. I feel John's hand come to a resting stop on my knee, tracing patterns up the right side of my leg. I give him a sideways glance just to see an innocent smile behind those green eyes of his. I roll my eyes and wait for Herc to be done wheezing on the counter top before he can speak again.

"I'll give you a second Herc, I have to steal John for a second.." I grab his wrist and slide him off the stool, pulling him behind the brick wall separating the kitchen and the bar area.

"Okay, okay, Lex you have to admit that was some pretty funny shit Herc just pulled." John smirks, still partially laughing from five minutes earlier.

I roll my eyes again, taking his face in my hands, "John Laurens, we cannot keep doing this to our best friend.."

"But it's kinda fun.. Don't you think?"

"Twisting Herc into thinking that we both aren't into each other? Nonetheless, together? We have to tell him at some point."

"Well why don't we-" John stops talking the minute I move in closer to him, kissing him soundly as to just shut the fuck up already. He smiles as if he knows what I'm thinking.

"Yo are you two done making out over here- oh. Shit. I didn't actually think that's what y'all were doing but okay I guess." I stop moving, only moving my eyes up to see Herc leaning against the brick wall, "You two are cute." He simply says, waltzing back over to the bar.

John looks at me with this crazy look in his eyes, one I can certainly relate to. What the fuck just happened?

"Guess we don't have to tell him, right?" John smirks, pressing his lips back to mine before I can respond.

"Well," I try to speak in between his kisses, but at his speed that's almost impossible, "we still should- but.. ugh whatever." I give in, pushing him back into the wall before slipping off and rejoining Herc, who is nonchalantly ordering another round of shots.

He raises his shot glass in the air, "To the newlyweds?" He smiles, popping the shot in less than a second.

John's eyes go wide with surprise, looking between me and Herc awfully fast, "Not yet buckaroo, Jesus Herc" He coughs, taking his shot and spinning mine out to me.

I laugh quietly, taking John's hand for the first time above the table.