~Thomas's POV~

I pull away from Jemmy James, looking around the bar for my lil bro. 
I squint and see him with someone who looks like Jemmy, and- 
Hercules Mulligan, friends with....
Alexander Hamilton...

I growl and walk over to them, tapping my foot and waiting for them to notice moi.
I impatiently clear my throat and their heads snap over to me.
"Laf?"
"eh, oui?" He asked nervously. I knew I couldn't stay mad at him forever, but I could stay mad at him in the moment.
"What are you doing with these psychos?"
"Excuse Moi?"
"You know they aren't your friends."
I growl at him and he growls but backs up into Mulligan.
"They have always been my friends, and if you don't accept that, then you don't accept me."
I growl but sigh and turn away,
I can reason with him when I'm not drunk and horny.