The Unoriginal (Aaron Burr x Reader)

1 (Aaron Burr, Sir)

You, of all the sophisticated women in this time period, had to be the sister of the one and only crazy man himself, Hercules Mulligan. Of course you're​ the older sibling, but only by a year. You'd joke around with him many times, but when it got out of hand to where he would throw a table across the room to make his point clear, you'd bail faster than he could say "BRAAAH BRAAAH."

It was 1776 and you and your brother were going to the bar with some of your close friends. John Laurens, the equality type, and Marquis de Lafayette, the energetic Frenchman.

Everything would have been just perfect, if your brother didn't make you dress as a boy today. You had a rough day yesterday and could've just worn a dress and not bother with cross-dressing. "Herc, remind me again why you have me wearing your clothes. It's very dumb, really," you told your brother. "Like I've said many times, a woman in a men's bar can and will lead to some crazy shit. A fight could start up, you could get taken, or just flat out discriminated."

"I remember why, I just wanted you to repeat that for our friends to hear," you replied with a smirk as you turned to your shocked friends. You thought their reactions were the funniest thing in the world. You were just pulling their tails."Mon Ami, the lady can take care of herself! She's the older sibling, non? I thought she dressed up as a man for her satisfaction!"

"Yeah! Plus you should know by now that there ain't gonna be any discrimination on my watch," John pipped up. "I'd never let something like that slide, especially if it's against someone I care about, Mulligan! C'mon," he yelled as you all reached the front door to the bar.

"IT'S SHOWTIME," he shouted with his hand on the door handle. Your trouble faces turned into smiles knowing what would happen next.

"AY YO YO YO YO YO WHAT TIME IS IT," he yelled as he pulled open the door to the loud bar. There were more people than usual here today, but as always, the bartender saved your table as reserved.

"SHOWTIME," you, Hercules, and Lafayette yelled back as you all sat down at your table.

"Showtime! Showtime yo! I'm John Laurens in the place to be! A two pints of Sam Adams but I'm working on three!"

"Ha!" you remarked with Hercules.

"Those redcoats don't want it with me cause I will pop-chicka-pop these cops till I'm free," John said imitating fighting a British Soldier. You laughed and walked over to a bar stool. The bartender knew you were a girl, he also knew that you didn't hesitate to drink just like a man.

"The usual, (Y/N)," he asked you calmly. "You know the drill, mate,"  you replied with a drowsy smile. He walked back preparing your whiskey. You looked over at who all was there in the bar. 'A lot of new faces, probably celebrating the Revolution,' you thought to yourself.

You looked to your right and saw a man in a ponytail two barstools away from you looking at your brother and his friends admiringly.

'They always do make a scene.'

The bartender handed you your drink as you pulled out a quarter, but he just shook his head. "You should know that it's on the house. And pull your hair back tighter, it's almost noticeable of your gender," he said and walked away. Immediately, you tightened your hair.

You were picking up the glass to drink. But just as you took a sip, you felt strong arms lift you up into the air and out of your seat. You knew it was Hercules right away.

"BRAAAH," he yelled.

"BRAAAH," you yelled back.

"We are the one and only Mulligans," you chanted together.

"Up in it," sang Hercules. "Lovin' it," you sang back.

"Yes I heard your mother say 'come again,'" Hercules joked. But sadly for him, hearing the joke made you kick your brother in the crotch. Instantly, you were let go as Hercules fell to the floor.

"Don't think you'll get back up, there's one for my win."

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH"