-John POV-

I grab onto Peggy's arm, we figured it would be best to go guy-to-girl, none of the Schuyler's have told their dad anything. I watch Peggy's yellow sundress sway with each step, and now that I'm here I'm starting to feel awkward.

Philip gives me a stiff handshake, and I watch as his eyes look up to make eye contact with Lafayette, who gives him a peck on each cheek. He retreats to the 'adult' area again, and I stiffly a laugh. 

We can stop Laff from walking with Herc, but we couldn't prevent him going all out with yellow pink and blue eyeshadow, paired with eyeliner so sharp it could kill a man. His high heels only add to the queer intimidation. I still don't know how he balances with less than half his foot on the ground. I can hardly balance with both feet flat.

We make our way to the food table, and Peggy and I each load up a plate before sitting on the floor together, soon joined by Alex.

"So, you did like the guy from Starbucks."

I scratch at the back of my neck as I put I chip in my mouth. 

"Um, yeah."

There's a weird pause as we all crunch away.

"Alex, you wanna play a game?"

"Sure, what did you have in mind?"

"'Kay, so there's this one that Peggy and I play all the time, it's called Hercules or Motorbike. You take a quote from Laff, and you guess if it's about his boyfriend or his motorcycle."

"That doesn't sound too hard."

Peggy lets out a giggle, Alex has no idea the sorts of things Laff says to either of them.

"Alright then hotshot, we'll start off with a hard one!" Peggy gives a glance behind her, making sure there's no one to hear.

"First quote: damn, you're so sleek and sexy, I could ride you all night."

Alex gives me a concerned look, and I just shrug my shoulders. This is mild.

"What're you three doing? The other two sisters join us on the floor, plates piled high with junk. Expensive junk, but still junk.

"Hercules or motorbike."

Peggy repeats the first quote, and the two sisters nod at each other before exclaiming at the same time.

"Hercules!"

"Motorcycle!"

"Point to Angelica, Laff was drinking that night and decided to give the bike a tune up. He's like the salon lady, complimenting the crap out of it."

We go on and on, up to round five before the couple walks over to us. We're all giggling like crazy as they join the circle.

"What'd I miss?" Lafayette gives us a weird look, we give him an innocent shrug in response. Laff grabs a piece of cake on his fork, glancing at the adult side as he feeds it to Herc, where Philip stares at our crew, looking mildly uncomfortable.

Eventually we get bored with the classical music and political debates and head to Peggy's room. Hers is the largest of the three, plenty of space for us to spread around.

Alex and I take the rug and I run my fingers through it, wrapping an arm around Alexander's shoulder when he leans against me. The sisters sit on swivel chairs, Peggy spinning as fast as she can. Hercules lies on his stomach on the bed, and I hear a grunt as Laff lies on his boyfriends back, his chin resting on Herc's head.

We talk for awhile until there is a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Peggy stops her spinning to watch as Jefferson and his friends enter the room.

"Why are you here?"

"I was invited. And I brought y'all something." He pulls a bottle of champagne from behind him, as well as two things of vodka.

"Can we stay?" Comes a voice from a hesitant James.

"Can you be civil?"

Wordlessly, the three of them sit down on the floor across from Alex and I. Burr starts talking to Angelica, who announces to the room.

"Who's up for truth or dare?"

We all nod in agreement, everyone knows the best shit happens during truth or dare.

"Burr, truth or dare." Angelica asks, giving him a wink.

"Dare!"

"I dare you to leave the room for ten minutes and get some snacks."

Aaron gets up slowly, and Angelica follows him to the door. As he pauses in the doorframe, he is pushed into the hallway, the door locking him out.

"That's taken care of." Angelica claps her hands together before returning to her seat.

"But... how will he get back in?"

"He won't, James, that's the whole point." Angelica rolls her eyes at the obvious question.

There's a frantic knocking from the door, and the handle jiggles around.

"Guys... guys... let me in... please."

"You messed up, A-A-RON!"

After a few minutes, the knocking stops and we continue the game.

"James, truth or dare!" This time the question comes from Eliza, working our way clockwise around the room.

"Truth, I guess."

"Who's your crush?"

"Ca-can I take a shot?" Thomas slides him the bottle, and he pours a drink into the shot glass he digs out from his pocket.

"Yo, pass me some of that." Laff beckons for the bottle, and I watch him fill a solo cup with the vodka. 

"You know that's supposed to be taken as a shot, right?"

Lafayette says nothing, he just crawls out of the bed with a confused look on his face as he ruffles through papers and scans the top of cabinets.

"What're you-"

"I just checked everywhere, Jefferson, and I can't find even a trace of where I asked for your fucking opinion, vous macaronis merdiques." With that Laff takes a good sized swig from his cup before returning to Herc. 

Jefferson shuts his mouth for once, and Peggy continues the game.

By the time we get around the circle once, James is shaking as he takes drink after drink to avoid telling his truth.

"Isn't there a rule about how many times you can ask a question?"

"Just answer it then! How bad can it be?"

"Bad enough that they'll slap me if they find out I told!"

It isn't until James's turn to ask a question until it changes. 

"Eliza, you got me into this mess, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Kiss Burr."

"I'd rather have one of Lafayette's 'shots', pass me the vodka."

"Guys, we can't just keep drinking to avoid doing anything." Peggy sighs.

"Hold up, I'm the only one who you guys have been attacking!"

"After Eliza, no more vodka."

"Truth or dare, James?"

"Damnit Thomas. Screw this, dare." He flips a bird at his friend, looking pissed.

"Kiss whoever you find most attractive in this room."

"I came out here to have a good time, and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now."

"Guys, I think we should lay off James a bit, he's looking worse than usual."

It's true, James looks ready to cry as he rocks back and forth in a ball on the floor. He nods eagerly at me, and I offer him a small smile. As much as I suffered while he held me down, I understand where he's coming from. Watching him fall apart on the floor isn't as rewarding as I thought it'd be.

"Fine then, John, Truth or Dare."

"Truth."

"Most embarrassing thing you own."

Thomas gives me a suggestive wink, and I just shrug my shoulders.

"Stuffed animal from my mom, you're going to need to do better than that if you want to embarrass me."

All I receive is an eye roll, I assume Thomas would have had a much different answer.

"Thomas, truth or dare?"

Lafayette is on the bed, giggling like an idiot as Thomas decides.

"Truth."

"What's your real sexuality."

"I'm straight, of course."

"You hesitated."

"No I didn't, fuck all you filthy fags."

"That can be arranged."

Thomas gives a small huff, Lafayette was always great at pushing his buttons .

"'Kay Herc, your turn."

"Thomas, truth or dare?"

This time Thomas chooses dare, I'm pretty sure he knows that Laff is one of the only ones willing to give anything risky.

"Alright then, kiss James."

-James POV-

Fuck my life.

I never wanted to come here, Thomas had to drag me from my room. 'It'll be fine' he said. 'We'll have fun' he said. It's not fine, and it's not fun. Thomas is full of shit.

My throat burns from shot after shot, I didn't want to admit I liked Thomas. He doesn't feel the same, I'm sure. To him I'm just another filthy faggot, someone who he now has dirt on.

I was so thankful when John gave me a free pass, I thought I was in the clear.

But I couldn't get off that easy. I was just as shocked as everyone else when Herc spoke. People finally stopped hounding me with the same question over and over, but now they're using Thomas.

He's straight, I know he is. That's why I jump when his hand reaches for my neck, and I feel him pulling me in by my collar. He gives me a quick peck on the lips, and I feel my shoulders sag. 

That was the dare, no one said how long we had to kiss. All Thomas needed was a quick peck and he could let go of me and wipe at his mouth in disgust.

Thats why I am shocked when he pulls me in once again, this time holding on. His arms wrap around my waist, and I slowly raise my arms so they rest behind his neck before kissing back.

We hold onto each other, and I feel myself being pulled closer.

Someone coughs, and Thomas lets go of me, causing me to fall over.

"Well Thomas, we knew you wanted to fuck a fag but we didn't think you were prepared to do it in-front of us."

I feel my face turn red, it was just a kiss, we weren't going anywhere with it. Laff is once again laughing like a maniac as he takes another drink, making direct eye contact with Thomas.

"I knew my gaydar never lies, tu es une merde violette."

The party wears on, and I'm forced to spend the rest of the game from under Thomas, who sits on my lap. He's heavy, but if we weren't in a room full of people I wouldn't mind.

The game escalated quickly, people are satisfied now that they know why I wouldn't answer and have evened out as far as targets.

Hercules and Lafayette have been forced to share a pair of pyjama pants, and one of them is looking a lot more comfortable than the other. Peggy has licked a set of batteries, we wanted to know what would happen, and Burr was pulled back in after he began to knock on the door again.

"Guys, lets switch it up a bit." Peggy grabs a bottle, placing it in the middle of the room. "Slap or kiss, Burr head outside."

"No way, I'm not falling for that again."

"Outside. Now." She pushes him through the door before locking it and giving the bottle a spin. It lands on Angelica, who looks terrified. 

The group nods, and we all vote kiss. The door opens, and with a sigh Angelica walks over to Aaron. 

"Fuck you all." She grabs his collar and yanks him in, pushing him back off when he wraps his arms around her waist.

Angelica chooses me to head out next, and Jefferson finally gets up from my lap.

I hate this feeling, not knowing what's going on on the other side of the door as they decide my fate. The door opens behind me, and I'm faced with Eliza. She grabs my collar, the same way Angelica did to Burr, and pulls me down. 

I just kind of stand there as she kisses me, thankful I didn't get decked.

I sit back down in my spot, glad my turn is over. For now.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Peggy gives me a sly smile as Thomas once again sits on me.

Eliza chooses Herc to head out next, and we all smile as Lafayette is chosen by the bottle. We all vote, one ahead for my favourite option.

Laff grabs the knob, gently caressing Hercules's cheek. Lafayette bends down, a considerable amount, as Herc tiptoes up to meet him. 

And then, wham, Hercules is smacked across the face.

"Bitch, wtf."

"I give the people what they want, babe."

Herc is rubbing his face as they head back to the bed, Laff once again slipping into the pyjamas.

I sigh as Thomas wiggles around on top of me. Maybe tonight wasn't terrible after all.

-Herc POV-

We begin the walk back to the car, but we aren't getting too far. Lafayette is like an excited dog, checking out anything he can reach.

I sigh as I watch my boyfriend climb onto a light post, swinging himself around. He pulls himself into splits, tipping his body backwards.

"Did someone order a large baguette?"

"Laff, please get down before you hurt yourself."

I remove him from his stripper pole, getting him to climb onto my back. Alex and John are losing their shit as I try to reign him in, and as fun as it is to watch Laff flirt I'm getting tired.

No man should have as much alcohol in their system as Lafayette has at this moment. He could put an Irish man to shame the way he chugs drink after drink.

By the time John is able to get the car home, dropping off Laff and I before heading to Alex's, I've had to put the child lock on the seatbelt so Laff will sit down.

I'm able to carry him bridal style into the house before I give up and drop his drunk ass on the couch, removing his heels. I grab a book from the table and make my way to the purple love seat in the corner.

I successfully make it through ten pages before the novel is yanked from my hands, the words replaced with Lafayette's smile.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Nothing, now."

His face leans closer to me, and I hold him back.

"You're drunk, babe."

"Not that drunk."

"Tell you what, if you can sing your abc's backwards I'll give you a kiss."

"Okay!" He gives me an excited smile as he begins to name off letters. "Z, Y, X, 7, G, 6..."

"Stop."

"I love you, Herc."

"I love you too."

"Mhmm, I love the way you smile at me and the way you brush my hair and how you look at me when I'm being stupid."

I raise an eyebrow, Lafayette doesn't normally ramble on this much.

"Like that, and I love when you try and make toast and I have to fix the bread cooker."

I pull him onto my chest, stroking his hair as he lies down on top of me.

Even if Lafayette is absolutely hammered and won't remember a thing he said, I smile as I soak in his compliments. I never knew he felt like this, the same way I feel about him.

Haha, it's a lot of monologue, but here's today's 2500 words I strung together