Thomgelica, Percules, Lams, and More!

Parties, Sex, and Dysfunctional Relationships

 Hercules sat in peace as the quiet hum of the sewing machine interrupted the early morning air. His roommates slept peacefully in their respectable rooms (or in Marq's case not respectable) while Alexander was passed out on his computer. It was Hercules favorite time to work because the usual chaos of the fraternity was muted to sleep. He was currently working on a yellow sundress, which was going to be a birthday present for Peggy. The bright mustard color complimented her chocolate skin perfectly. Just as he was about to pin on the neckline a sharp bang was heard from the upstairs followed by a loud, "Ouch!" and several swear words. Alexander was obviously awake. Hercules sighed and stood up, pulling out the coffee pot from two days ago. He brushed the dust away and popped it in the microwave.

Alexander walked in cursing and rubbing his head. He took the coffee out of the microwave mid-cycle and drank it straight from the pot. "Shit!" he yelled, spitting. "Hot, hot, hot." He quickly drew in breath and the continued to chug it down. Throwing it onto the counter he rushed back upstairs. And that was the weekly encounter with Alex. Once again Hercules sat in relative quiet, working. Around seven he got a text from Peggy asking him to come to breakfast. There conversation was interesting to say the least:

From: Margarita

So I figured Alex probably drank all your coffee and ate all your food when John left, so we should go get burgers.

To: Margarita

For breakfast.

From: Margarita

Ye, I have this terrible headache from last night. Who knew drinking might leave you hungover?

To: Margarita

Not me. Is Lafayette at your place?

From: Margarita

Yes, so is Jefferson. And I thought you had some crazy hookups, jeez.

To: Margarita

Oh damn, who do you think is going to wake up first, Angelica or Jefferson?

From: Margarita

I don't know what would be worse.

To: Margarita

Meet me at the corner store for some greasy microwave food?

From: Margarita

You know it.

Hercules grabbed his wallet, phone, and jacket and rushed out of the house. On his way down the sidewalk Burr hollered out the window, "Did Alex take my charger again? I swear if that power bill will be the death of us all..."

Hercules continued down the road and enjoyed the hum of the birds and the smell of the early air. Peggy brought up some good points, there was likely to be an explosion at the Schuyler house. Everyone on campus knew that the Angelica-Jefferson romance usual ended painfully for both parties, the last time with Jefferson's tires being slashed (three so that insurance didn't cover it) and all of Angelica's notes being thrown into the river. Eliza and Lafayette were more likely to stay friends than anything else, no matter what went down last night. Hercules shuddered at the thought and turned into the store.

He walked down the first aisle and was suddenly bombarded with a mass of dark hair. Something very small and very energetic was riding his back, and he turned his head slightly to see Peggy's form. She was carrying a fluorescent basket in one hand and a jacket in the other. "Hi, did I scare you?" she asked, her legs locking around his stomach.

"Where did you come from?" Hercules responded, ignoring her question.

"The shelf," she answered simply, her long hair falling over his shoulder.