I shipped it for a while, then I stopped because lams rules the universe. But some jamilton is still some people's jam so I figured I'd just try it out. This will probably be the only time I do it though, unless specifically requested. -L
Thomas-
I slipped into the bar. I was ready for a drink.
The meeting was awful, again. Like that was weird. Hamilton could not seem to shut his mouth. Honestly, the nerve of that man never ended to surprise me. I wouldn't get too drunk though, because something was happening tonight that I wanted to be sober for.
Drunk Alexander was a sight that not many had the pleasure of seeing. I had only witnessed it once, but it was a memorable experience.
This time, I was prepared to laugh my butt off.
I was soon gratified by the sight of my previously high and mighty political rival, now completely drunk and still asking for more. I walked over.
"Hello Alexander," I said politely, trying to smother a laugh.
"Hello Thomas," he purred.
I found the seat beside him. "Tell me, Alex, how many drinks have you had?"
He furrowed his brow. "Uhh... Two-teen. Or four. I can't remember."
This time I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips. Was he such a lightweight?
I decided to fluff my hair up a bit and ask him a question. "Do you think I'm pretty?" I asked flirtatiously. I waited patiently for his drunken insult to be shot.
He bit his tongue, then nodded in confirmation. "Yesh."
I looked back in surprise. That wasn't the response I had expected. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" I asked, a bit worried for the other man's health.
"I said what I meant, Tom. Can I call you that?"
Before I could protest, he continued rambling.
"You're very pretty. You have really nice hair which is probably very soft and I want to put my hand in it but that's not proper so I won't and..."
He suddenly seemed to get sober for a second and silently cursed. "I'm really drunk, aren't I?"
"Yeah," I began. "You-"
"Otherwise I wouldn't have even thought about talking about that." His eyes kind of glazed over again, leaving me confused.
He turned into a giggling mess. "Ha... Pretend to like me, Thomas. Kiss me or something!"
My breath caught in my throat. "Let's get you back home, Alexander."
He whined and complained, but I dragged him out to my car and took him to his house.
What was that about?
