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Bad Liar ( Hamilton and Jefferson )

Alex and Jefferson have been arguing alot, and getting into a lot of physical fights. Luckily Washington didn't find out yet, until- Sally brings it up with him. Alex and Jefferson aren't aware of this and they get into this big brawl. ||

Hamilton is 22,
Jefferson is 28,
And Washington is 47.

Modern time

Alex's POV

I got out of bed this morning, of course I had to be sick. I looked around my room, searching for something for me to wear. I slumped up and grabbed my green coat. The clock said 12:30.

My eyes were bloodshot, from what? It doesn't matter, I just need to get to work. Pulling on my pants and buttoning my coat, sighing in the process. "It's so quiet in here, I need something to brighten the day."
I looked out to the world, but with less confidence and more laziness. I walked to the kitchen and made myself coffee. I started to hum to the melody I made. I went into deep thought, I let my mind current flow to memories of me and my mother before she fell ill. I am glad that Nox, the father of my friend Nathaniel Pendleton served her well, and is still keeping her alive.

I slapped my self, "Wake up, you need to make money Ham." My coffee was done, and already in a coffee cup for me. (Backstory, Hamilton bought this coffee maker because his other one broke. It came with coffee cups, lol)
"Although, it would be nice to take a ship to Nevis to visit h-" My sentence was interrupted by a call from dad- I mean Sir Washington. I almost dropped my coffee, I put it on the counter and answered. "G- Achoo! I mean, good morning sir." I said, while covering my nose. "Yes, good morning Hamilton. Why aren't you at work?" He asked over the phone. "W-well I'm driving o-over now sir!" I said with a shaky voice due to me running. "Alright, just make sure you get here on time. That paper I assigned you needs to be done by tomorrow."
"Yes s-ACHOO!" I sneezed. "Hamilton, are you sick? You keep sneezing..." I muttered something, he obviously couldn't here what I said and because of how far away I was from the phone. "Come again son?"

"I am driving, and n-no I'm not sick. Just allergies, y'know?"
I said with a guilty voice. I am a very bad liar- but it isn't my fault that I'm a very bad liar, it's in my nature to be straightforward. Especially when I'm in a debate, before my mother fell into a coma she told me, "If they don't like when you speak, speak louder Alex. Be truthful, and don't ever, and I mean ever equivocate on your opinion, you hear?" This was when I was getting bullied in elementary. I mean, it's hard to break a promise too,

"Alright, just let me know if anything comes up. I will see you at the office Hamilton." Sir Washington said, "Yes at the officer, Sir." I said, and then hanged up. I continued to drive to the office and once I arrived there, Jefferson pranced on the curb. "Well, isn't it a honor to see you here, Alexander Hami-whoreson! You look as BAD as you always do, Hamilfuck." He called to me, I rolled down the window and screamed. "Ain't it ThomAss Jeffershit! Our LEAST FAVORITE FUCKFACE!" He was pissed, so he came up to the window and spit on my face. That's when I punched him in the jaw, he crashed back onto his back. Thomas was sccreaming gibberish, absolute garbage that I couldn't care less about.

I walked into the building, and that's when I was greeted by Burr with his own small faction of his own. "Looks like you've shut Thomas up, I'd have to laugh. I'd say that if anything you are the one who speaks too much, needing a straight punch to the jaw."
I turned around, and stopped my sped-walk. "Wanna repeat that Burr? Or you wanna end up like Jeffershit, wailing on the floor? Choose wisely."

Aaron Burr's POV

Now I knew the kid wasn't playing, his tone picked up pace and his eyes got darker. "I didn't mean it in a rude way, forget it. I got you a coffee." I handed him a coffee, and then I forged a smile. I could feel Hamilton's aura relax. Good, I got rid of his tension. The last thing I want to do is anger Hamilton on one of those days. When we were walking we bumped into Sally, she had an ice pack in her hand and a worried expression on her face. "F-funny I ran into you here Hamilton, I need to take you somewhere!" She said with a worried voice. "Where are you taking him? We have a project to do!" I called to her with a confused type of expression. She glared back at me and then continued to run with Hamilton.

Washingtons POV

Where are they? I really need to figure this out. I tapped my desk with my fist. I heard all the things inside my drawers rattle. "S-sir! I found Hamilton b-" I cut her off with a shh, and said, "But you didn't attend to Jefferson? I'll just send Terry." I texted Terry from my desktop, and invited Hamilton to sit. Sally left my room and waited in the lounge. "Hamilton, I've heard the Jefferson was hurt outside. Passed out I believe, there's a big bump on the back of his head and his chin is black and blue. Did you take part in this?" Hamilton shook his head no. We sat in the quiet, I was waiting for Hamilton to respond.

Hamilton's POV

Shit, I'm in a predicament now. I've weaseled my way into trouble with Sir again. I took a deep breath and formed a quick lie. "N-Achoo!" Okay, glad I sneezed. I can speak clearer. "No sir, I did not take part in this. I did see about 3 men walk up to Jeffersh- I mean Jefferson, with bats and stuff. I heard something about money being owed to them. So maybe they jumped him?" He nodded and sighed. "Did you hear the amount they owed?" I shook my head no, and then stared him in the eyes. I know he can see the fear in them, no matter how hard I tried to hide it. "Alright son, you're dismissed." I ran my hand through my
messy hair, and walked out. "Whoo, that was alot to take in." Burr ran up beside me, "You alright? What was that about?" He asked desperately. The project Sir assigned us was due tomorrow and I didn't feeling like having to go threw that situation again. "Oh nothing, just asked me about how I am feeling and stuff. Let's get that project done."

Fast forward to 8 hours later, at 11:30 PM, in the private lounge. ~'~
Hamilton's POV (Still)

I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and role up my undershirts sleeves. Burr was asleep on the couch, while I was still writing the title for our PSA in permanent black sharpie pen. We have been working for 8 hours. That whole ordeal with Jefferson took 4 hours. So I barely got anything done earlier today. I decided since Burr was asleep and Madison called out sick, I would take a break too. I wrote Burr a note, saying that I'll be back in 2 hours and how the projects due at 9 AM.

I walked out of the private lounge and to my office. I pulled out a chair and sat on it, sadly I had nothing to do really. So I got out of my seat, slumped on my couch and watched Law and Order Special Victims Unit 1999.
I fell asleep during the marathon. "Bam!" Boomed the TV. It was a gunshot from one of the cops. "Alright, I needa turn it off-" I turned it off and put on my bunny slippers.
I looked in my closet and put on some pajamas. (The offices are like dorms, lol) I walked back to the lounge and I saw Burr on his laptop with eyebags. "You bailed for 2 hours for LNO?" Burr asked. "Y-yea, my fault. Let's start working on it again."
We worked for seven more hours, until it was 9. We each ran to our offices to get dress properly. I put on Khakis and a white shirt with my sleeves pull up. I pulled on a vest, and a tie. I looked presentable.

"Alright Burr, do we have everything?" I asked. "Yes, all we needa do i-" Madison burst into the office. "Gentlemen, we should be done with the project by now?" Madison asked. "Yea, we're about to go to the meeting room to present our PSA project. You barely helped so keep your mouth shut, alright?" Burr said, and I chuckled at his little comment. "Alright, enough. Let's go present it!"

We carried the PSA to the meeting. Of course I had to sit next to Jefferson. I can see Sir Washington glaring at me, then at Jefferson. "Alright, we are going to start presenting the PSA assignment I asked you to bring to me.
First up, Jerry, Evan, Rebecca."