You lied. (Hamilton x Laurens)

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April, 1779
"Cold in my professions, warm in [my] friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it m[ight] be in my power, by action rather than words, [to] convince you that I love you."
"How about one more round for the revolution before we head home?" John smiled, looking around at the three men sitting with him.
"I'm down." Said Hercules.
"You go ahead, but J'ai fini." Mused Marquis.
"I don't know, Laurens. We have this big meeting tommorow evening and -"
Alexander stopped as he made eye contact with John.
"Fine, one more round. Jesus, John, those eyes of yours will be the death of me."
Laurens smiled and signed to the bartender they wanted more alchohol.
"I could say the same to you, Alexander."
*
September, 1779.
From Hamilton;
"I have written you five or six letters since you left Philadelphia and I should have written you more had you made proper return. But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued. I had almost resolved to lavish no more of them upon you and to reject you as an inconstant and an ungrateful --"
Hamilton smiled to himself as he drew his quill across the paper to send another correspondence to John. He was so engrossed in his work, he didn't notice someone entering his tent.
"Monsieur Hamilton?" Spoke Lafayette, ripping Alexander's eyes away from his writing.
"Ah, Lafayette! What brings you here?"
"Are you writing to John again?" Marquis asked, putting a little emphasis on Laurens' name.
"You know me far too well." Alexander grinned.
"When the war is over, please tell me I am invited à la mariage."
The two laughed.
"Of course, Laf." Hamilton said.
*
June, 1780.
From Hamilton;
"I confess my sins. I am guilty. Next fall completes my doom. I give up my liberty to Miss Schuyler. "
Laurens stared in complete shock as he read the words. Alexander, his Alexander, was getting married?
"This is what I get?" John muttered to himself. "We loved each other like no woman ever could, and he gets married?" He wiped the tears falling from his eyes with his sleeve.
He had to go. It was his best friend's wedding. John was the best man. He had to suffer through it for Alexander's sake.
-
"John, shouldn't you take it a little easy on the booze? The after-wedding celebration ain't even started yet." Mulligan asked, worried about his friend.
"I need all the help I can get to get through this and act like I'm happy." Laurens deadpanned and downed another shot. Mulligan patted his back.
The wedding was beautiful, John would admit, but he scornfully watched the love of his life be given away to a rich girl through alchohol-tinted glasses. He was thankful he had gotten himself intoxicated, due to him giving quite a great speech at the reception without crying. John spent the rest of the celebration latched onto Lafayette's side, drinking as much wine as his friend would let him.
Soon enough, the wedding was over, and the four men were together, celebrating.
Mulligan, Lafayette, and Hamilton were joking around while John slipped away, eager to get home and sleep off the wounds Alexander had given his emotions.
*
Laurens sat on his bed, skimming through one of the letters Hamilton had sent him.
" ...
Yours forever, A. Hamilton."
John laughed to himself before tossing the letter to the side.
"You lied."
"Laurens!" Called a soldier from outside. "They're coming!"
John grabbed his gun and headed out.

"J'ai Fini - 'I'm done/finished.'
à la mariage - ' to the wedding.'"