The Story of Tonight

Our Story

HEY FELLOW HAMILTRASH. Happy Friday. Guess you came back for chapter 2. Don't worry, I'm didn't break my promise it's just kinda late in Friday evening. Before we start, a disclaimer.
DISCLAIMER!~ No, I am not the musical genius that is Lin-Manuel Miranda. I'm just fellow Hamiltrah that wanted to make a Hamilton story. Don't sue me please, this is enjoyable and puts my writing skills to good use(cries). Enjoy🌹

Since 12:00pm, the new set of friends have been discussing politics and what they'll do for the war. Burr has been gone, as well as other soldiers, deciding they were too drunk to even consider another tall, foamy glass of beer. However the set remain in their seats, talking and laughing of past stories from their previous years. The trio became impressed with Alexander and his goals for the war, basically because they had the same views.

"That's astounding, how did you manage all on your own?!", gushed Mulligan.

"Well, I had the smarts, the talent, and the drive for success. I wasn't the only one who saw it either. I had help gathering money to pay for my ticket here. To be honest, I'm just happy to have made it near 20. Where I come from some get half as many.", explained Hamilton.

"Mon ami, I can't believe how far you've come! We must do something.", shrilled Lafayette.

"Ahhhhh I know whatcha mean....HEY, 4 MORE DRINKS OVER HERE PLEASE!", screeched an already drunk John.

"No no my humble, but drunken friend", Lafayette joked. "We need to do something for all of us, to remind us of this night. Tonight. Our story, and how we came together as the Revolutionary Set.", preached Lafayette as he raised his glass.

"Ah....I may not live to see our glory.", began Alex while the others repeated.

"But I will gladly join the fight, and when our children----BOOM!

The set ducked down then checked their surroundings for any British soldiers barging in. Lafayette was the first to pop up with his armed sword. He then motioned for the others to follow. They checked around the tavern's interior while Lafayette and Alexander checked outside.

"It was probably just a fallen beer keg, nothing to serious."
"Yes, you maybe right.", agreed Lafayette.

Alex went back in, but as Lafayette turned to follow, a figure caught his eye.
A lantern, with the amber glow still burning bright through the ominous night.

Lafayette POV
I followed the glow to reveal the shape of a young girl. No, scratch that. A beautiful young woman. She has her wavy, brown hair in a bun, exposing her beautiful, tan face. She seemed frightened. Oh no, her cries are what breaks me to come closer and see what is the matter.

"Excuse me madmoiselle?"
She spun so quick, her dress may have almost dropped the lantern.

"Who are you? Please....take anything...just....please.", she cried as she cowered down the wall.
"Madmoiselle,", I began as I try to take her hand. She soon snatched it back and held it to her chest and cried.

"No, I..I..need to...I need....", She soon starts to faint into the keg holding the lantern on top, but I catch her in my arms just before she does.

I need to get help, fast. I don't know how long she has until she completely blanks out. I lift her into my arms and carry her back to the tavern. She starts to shift at my touch with her eyes blinking up at mine.

"Please....", she begins.

"Shh, I'm here to help. You'll be fine."

I finally arrive back to the tavern.
I run in with the almost fainted woman.

"Woah, Lafayette, I see your style man. Pullin' them like carriages at the commons!", babbled a drunk John.

"Mon ami, not now. She is in dire need of assistance."

Realizing her state, the three of them rush over to where we are and ask what to do.

I instantly start throwing orders.
"Alex, ask for a pail of fresh water, Herc, a clean rag."
"John....moral support." I honestly didn't know what to do for him. I was at a lost.

"So..." John began. "Ever had a soldier in your bed before?", he winked and smirked.

"Sacré bleu....JOHN THAT ISN'T SUPPORTING! Merde, I swear...."

Alex and Hercules returned with the water and rag.
I dip the rag in water, squeeze it and gently apply it to her face.
She starts to open her eyes, the first thing she sees is me.

"Madmoiselle, are you alright?"

Her stared into my brown ones for what seemed like forever.
She started to rise in the chair she sat in.
"I don't know kind sir, I don't know.", she cries as she collapses in tears on my shoulder, gripping me tightly.
I hold her close in my arms, wiping her her tears and making sure she is comforted.
What has she been through?

OK, so that's the second chapter. I hope you enjoyed it because it was fun writing it. Tbh, I'm not sure if I'm portraying John Laurens the proper way. I mean, he kinda came off to me this way from the first time I heard him in Aaron Burr, Sir. If you think I may be doing a poor job and it needs improvement, please don't hesitate to let me know in the comments. I want to make this story as realistic as possible for you guys to experience. Next Friday, chapter 3 will be up earlier than now, I promise. I would never torture you guys like that....maybe later....but not now :). One more thing, please keep my friend in your prayers. She just got out the hospital from a suicide attempt, she's fine and alive, Thank God. Please, if you're struggling with something, tell someone you truly trust, or if you're like me and only trust leather journals and gel pens, write everything down, it'll help in the long run. On that note, I hope you'll be back.
See you next Friday! ~🌹🐢🐬🐚