Guns & Ships (Lafayette x Reader)

Chapitre Deux

          You indulged in a deep conversation with your driver for some unknown reason. He told you about his family, mostly his daughter who dreamed of becoming a soldier, but unfortunately she could not. The story took a sad turn when the man informed you of her deformity. Her legs, they didn't really work you see. ( sorry I broke into song for a second there) She was born with he legs mangled, her bones twisted, forcing her in crutches for the rest of her life. It broke your heart to think about this little girls dream being crushed because of something she, and no one else, could help. She had no chance, Gad had given her no chance.
          Soon you arrived in New York City. Carts and carriages similar to yours sped up and down the streets. It was not a quiet town. "Wait! I was informed to give you this once we arrived." The driver handed to you an envelope with you name signed on the back. You thanked him, for the note and confiding in you his personal life, you honestly appreciated hearing his story. He nodded and rode off. You opened the letter to find an address. The name was strange; Yorktown Pub. A bar? You just shrugged and walked off.
          A few people shot you strange looks and you even heard whispers. "Why is a girl wearing that uniform?". "Is that really a woman?" But you just shook their comments off and made your way, finally arriving at the spot. You pushed open the door to see a group of three men wearing the same uniform as you crowding a table.
          You approached the chanting men, "Hello?". They all went quiet.
          "Who are you? One man with a deep French accent asked.
          "Who are you, who are you?" The other two resisted.
          You felt a bit nervous, but you took a huge gulp and spoke. "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), the new recruit." You stood there. Suddenly the three men all burst into a cheer. One with shorter hair pulled you down into the booth.
          "Hercules Mulligan!" He shouted in a deep voice. He put an arm around you and called out to the waiter. "Yo, waiter! Another round to the new recruit!" The waiter nodded and ran to fetch the beers. You were excited that they we so enthusiastic, but honestly they were probably kind of drunk.
          The French one from before spoke out. "Bonjour mon ami, Je m'appelle Lafayette!" He reached across the table and shook your hand. His dark skin was surprisingly soft. "This is John Laurens." He introduced the obviously very drunk freckled man.
          "Let us introduce ourselves." Herculese suggested. Then Laurens stood up.

          "Yo, I'm John Lauren's in the place to be. Two pints o' Sam Adams, but I'm workin' on three, uh. Those redcoats don't want it with me, 'Cause I will pop chick-a plop these cops till I'm free!"

          Then Lafayette said in his thick accent. "Oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette, The Lancelot of the revolutionary set! I came from afar just to say bonsoir. Tell the king casse-toi. Who's the best, c'est moi."

          The. They all looked at you. "Yeah, I came from oversees, been pushin' since I was three. Those red-coats better watch out, cause history's got it's eyes on me!". The three men cheered.

          Hercules stepped in. "Brrrah, brraaah I am Hercules Mulligan. Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again. Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course. It's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets!"

          John spoke up again, "No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let's raise a couple more to the revolution." Then two more men walked up to your table. John aimed his next words at the bald one. Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton college. Aaron Burr, Give us a verse, drop some knowledge."

          The man you guessed was Aaron Burr, just simply hoisted his feet onto the table. "Good luck with that, you're takin' a stand. You spit, I'm 'a sit, We'll see where we land." We all booed him.

          "Burr, the revolution's imminent, what do you stall for?" Asked Laurens.

          Then the guy who came in with Burr chimed in. "If you stand for nothing Burr, what'll you fall for?"

          We all just looked at him. "Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?" We all took turns saying. Then simultaneously, "Oh, who is this kid, what's he gonna do?".

          He stood up and brushed himself off. "I, am Alexander Hamilton. And I am not throwing away my shot." He was here to join the revolution as well. Like me.

-45 mins later-

          It was time to leave, but while Hercules, Hamilton, and Laurens were all drunk. Leaving me and Lafayette to drag them to our new living quarters. Besides Lafayette's slightly crazy demeanor, you could tell he was polite and smart enough to not drink to much, in order to help you bring the rest home. You were glad he had potentially considered you, as if you were friends. Which reminded you at how easily the group had accepted you, almost as if they hadn't even noticed you were a woman.

Hey guys! Yes this is foreshadowing. Also I had a really hard time writing this chapter because of how I incorporated the song. Also did you like how I gave you your own singing roll? I'll be doing that throughout the story. I hope you enjoyed!

-Nightly<3