Hamilton Drabbles

Stuck

"I'm fucking stuck!" Hamilton cried out. Jefferson, that ass nugget, had thrown the paper he needed behind a large bookshelf. When he went to retrieve it, he underestimated the space between the wall and shelf and became stuck. Jefferson was cracking up, deciding to abuse the smaller man's unfortunate situation. Madison simply rolled his eyes with his friend's antics.

"OW! LEAVE MY HAIR ALONE UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO CHOP YOURS OFF!" Jefferson held his hands up as a sign of surrender. "Oh ho Alexander, you shouldn't make threats when in your situation." To emphasize his point, he dug into his exposed side, and Hamilton tried and failed to jump away.

Jefferson smiled evilly and Alex knew he was screwed. "No, Jefferson, no, THOMAS STOP!" Hamilton burst out as he reached a long arm into the space and wiggled his fingers over Hamilton's stomach torturously.

"MADISON HELP!" Hamilton cried for mercy. He decided to give him some and made his way over to the two of them, grabbing Alexander's wrist and pulling hard. He pulled a little too hard, and the three men fell to the floor in a tangled heap. Jefferson fell on top of Madison, and Hamilton atop of him, still red in the face and panting.

"Hamilton, do you have those pap-" Washington stopped in the middle of his sentence upon walking in on the scene before him. They scrambled to their feet, "This isn't what it looks like!" Washington looked them up and down, noticing how disheveled they were. "Sure."