Tango

Champagne?

"I'd forgotten how huge this place is." Alexander reminisced, as he left the bedroom, heading to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Do you think I overdid it?" Thomas was suddenly struck by uncertainty in his design, even though it was a solid ten years too late for that.

"What? No, just because it's big, doesn't mean it's bad. Sometimes big is great."

"You really think so? I feel like ever since I've found you, I seem to appreciate much simpler things." He mused as he snaked one of his arms around Hamilton's waist from behind.

The shorter man laughed.

"I'm serious." He insured.

"And how exactly did I manage to change your stellar worldview, Mr. Jefferson? Please, elaborate."

"Because you are my world. Nothing matters beyond you, anymore." He pecked his lover on the lips.

The Caribbean chuckled as he kissed back.

"Strong argument. I'm afraid I can't fault that." He smiled. "Ooh, someone's jealous. She just kicked me in the ribs." Alexander flinched as he rubbed a spot close to his chest.

"Bad girl, we don't kick Papa in the ribs, Honey." Thomas playfully chastised.

"I don't think she'll listen."

"Well, she better. Otherwise, it's no champagne for the missus later."

"Champagne?"

"It's the fourth of July, Darling. I bought some fireworks, for later tonight. And don't worry about the champagne, it's zero percent." He flashed him a brilliant smile before he headed back to the bedroom to get dressed.

***

Despite it being a holiday, not much happened. The isolated location of the estate, made it so they indeed were surrounded by nothing but peace and quiet. The only other people around being, gardeners and other staff allowed them to relax, not having to think about mundane things, like doing the laundry or even fixing dinner, as there was always a cook on standby. It was now nearing five in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Alex thought it curious. They weren't expecting anybody. But before he even managed to rise to his feet, a staff member opened the door. The young man walked into the foyer to be pleasantly surprised.

"Alexandre!" Beamed a familiar french accent.

"Gilbert! What are you doing here? How did you even get here? Don't tell me you drove all this way?" The younger man felt guilty.

"Are you crazy? Never... We flew in about an hour ago."

"We?" Alex moved past his friend and peeked out of the door to see Eliza, walking up.

"Betsey!" His face brightened up at the sight.

"Alex, how good to see you." They hugged, tenderly.

"What are you two doing here?" The younger man couldn't believe his own eyes, he thought he wouldn't be able to see his friends until they'd come back to New York.

"We're here for the 4th July celebration, Thomas got us plane tickets, so we'd get here faster, he even paid for the uber that got us here. Where is he actually, I'd love to thank him in person." Eliza explained.

"I-ah... don't know actually." Now that Alex thought of it, he hadn't heard from Thomas in a while. "Last I saw him, was a couple of hours ago, upstairs."

"Well, I'm not upstairs anymore. I was in the garden just then." The Virginian came around the corner into the foyer. "Come in guys, let's not stand around. I'm so glad you could make it." He invited them into the living room, so they could sit down.