A few days later, I got a text from James.

JemmyJames: Hey, Maria is hosting a party tonight. Wanna come?

NeedsNoIntroduction: Only if I can bring my friend

JemmyJames: Uh, sure

I looked at Laf. "Hey b-babe, wanna go to a party tonight?"

Laf blushed a bit and nodded. "Sure, sounds like fun!"

~<•>~

We got to Maria Lewis' house, and I found everyone I knew there. Maria was flirting with Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson was drinking, and James Madison was trying to stop Thomas, and Laurens was chatting up some guy. Frances Kinloch, I think it was?

I then found Laf near the liquor, begging me to come over.

"Hey Mulligan," Laf said, handing me a drink. "Try this."

"Uh, I don't drink." I said, refusing the drink.

"C'mon, just have one!" Laf begged. I looked at his eyes and sighed. "Fine."

I took a sip. It was strong and bitter and just...blegh. "How do people like this shit?" I asked Laf, who just shrugged as he grabbed the drink. "What the hell is that, anyways?"
Laf looked at the bottle and grinned.

"Whiskey." He said plainly. "Strong stuff, can knock you out with enough in your system. It's old too, so it's really strong."

"Eugh, it's gross regardless." I commented.

"Well, yeah, but if you don't hold it in your mouth, it's not half bad." He gave me back the bottle. "Take a swig, and don't hold it in your mouth or think about the taste."

I sighed and took the bottle. "Fine."

~<•>~

Maria is taking a video

"Oh my god!"

The camera shows Mulligan on a desk, making out with Lafayette. They seem to be going at it, like really going at it. They're clearly drunk, which might've provoked their actions.

"Hah, didn't think Mulligan had it in him!"

Mulligan then flips someone (presumably Jefferson) off, not batting an eye.

~<•>~

"Ugh..." I groaned, waking up. I found myself in a completely different room. Wait, we're not even at Maria's! I look around, and found that I was on the floor of a living room...n-naked!? I look around to see Laf in the other room, downing some coffee. He was wearing a maroon hoodie that cut off shortly before his belly button, and some dark jeans. His hair was up in its usual bun, but his hair looked messier than usual.

"Your underwear should be on the couch." I heard Laf comment, making me blush heavily.

"Di-did we do anything last night?" I asked, looking on the couch. Laf didn't say anything, instead, he took one more gulp of coffee. "Laf?"

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I kinda forgot to update. Too busy reading, ya know?

Help, I have a very unhealthy obsession with fanfics. I stayed up until about 1:30am last night reading Jamilton, and I woke up about 7am this morning reading more Jamilton.

No, I'm not okay.

Also, you get to see some spice in the next chapter (although no real smut bc obviously) *insert Lenny face here*