"Should I do one more for the group!?" A voice shouted as you and Mark stepped foot in the bar.
"It's never this crowded.." Mark pointed out, a large crowd around one specific table.
"Is it—?"
"Yep." You quickly responded. "And they decided to take our spot as well."
Mark only gave you a blank look. "There's more tables around. Go look for one while I get ourselves some drinks."
Before you could even respond, Mark had already beaten you to it. "My treat." And he dashed off.
"John Laurens, my ass." You grumbled, making your way to the table, even pushing people who refused to move.
"Hey-!"
"Ow!"
"You fucker!"
John's smile soon faded as he saw your figure standing in front of him.
"Laurens."
"Torres"
"What brings you here on this... eh.. beautiful day..?" John gave you a smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
"You're in my spot." You gave the man a smack to the head.
"Ow—!" He placed his hand on the back of his head. "Calm down, (Y/N), there's plenty of space for everyone at this table!"
"Come! Come! I'll introduce you to my friends."
"That one right there," he pointed to a Frenchman who sat on top of the table. "Is Lafayette. Pretty sure you kissed him before." He muttered the last sentence.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!"
Your right eye twitched, a tad bit annoyed with Laurens.
"Oh! Oh! And that's Hercules Mulligan!" He grinned, not even bothering to look at his friends as they made their way. Hercules sneaking up on John before scaring him.
"AH—!"
This place was full of idiots. And only one of them actually has a brain.
"(Y/N)! Eet 'as been a whilé since we uh.." You could hear his French accent, which you had slowly begun to get used to.
"Not in public, Lafayette..."
"Ah, oui, oui!" He picked up your hand with care before bowing down to place a gentle kiss on top.
Your face warmed up in embarrassment. You could feel Laurens and Mulligan's eyes staring into your soul.
"M-Merci?" You only knew a few French words. Thanks to the help of your trusty French friend.
"Not a problaim, mon amour!"
"We aren't even a thing."
Where was Mark when you needed him? Oh wait, he went to go get drinks and is probably running around like a headless chicken.
"It was.. uh, nice knowing your friends, Laurens, but I must get going now."
"Already? But the party hasn't even started!"
"Excuse me? What party are we exactly talkin' about?"
"My birthday."
"Shit..."
Even if you weren't exactly his friend, you always made sure to at least buy him a gift, even if it was worthless and wasn't useful for anything.
"I promise to find you somethin' tomorrow, I swear! Gotta go, bye!" And you dashed off, leaving a trail of dust where you originally stood.
Laurens blinked a couple of times.
"He's not going to buy me anything, isn't he?"
"No." Mulligan and Lafayette responded, causing the man to frown.
"Worst birthday ever." He pouted, drinking the entire glass of beer in one go.
"Mark! Mark, I'm sorry!" You gasped for air as you mustered an apology.
Mark only glared at you, refusing to even say a word.
"Mark, speak to me, man! I didn't mean to take THAT long!"
You were met with silence. You didn't like it when he was quiet. It was more of a you thing, which worried you even more.
"I better receive a proper apology from you, Torres."
Not the last name... It was much worse than being called 'Salad.'
"I will, Mark. I will."
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Who Are You? - A Hamilton x TMC crossover?
FanfictionNo one isn't going to read this, I hope. All jokes aside I do hope you enjoy this ^-^ You are... Cesar Torres! Yay. "Hey... It's (Y/N). I hope it's not too late." The letter read, tension had already grown in the room as the general and his right...
