Thomgelica, Percules, Lams, and More!

Happy Birthday Part 2

Down the hall, Angelica opened her door and Jefferson walked in and laid down on her bed. She turned back to her mirror and continued to apply her makeup.
"Did you enjoy our date last night?" he asked, crossing his feet.
"Well, free food, unlimited breadsticks, you know. What could be better than that?" She glanced back and shrugged.
"So, do you want to have sex now?" he asked and she started.
"You don't understand the meaning of a sex strike, do you?" She looked at herself in the mirror and cringed.
"I've never had to do this before," he admitted. He turned to look at her and she looked at him over her shoulder, stalking over to her closet. She pulled out a deep blue dress.
    "I'm touched," she put her hand over her heart and pulled off her dress, a short red number with a high neckline and no sleeves.  Jefferson started and then groaned, turning away.
    "You," he complained and stared at the opposite wall, "You're not making this any easier."
    "It's not supposed to be easy, babe," she responded, wiggling her hips.
    "Oh my- I deserve an award. You have absolutely no idea how much self control I am exerting right now." He squeezed his eyes shut.
    "Alright-" she zipped up the back of a pale dark blue dress with flower cut-outs across the skirt and a low v-neck top. "How do I look?"
    "Well, I liked the last look better, but..." She slapped him. "Ouch! You look great, babe, honestly. Let's go get drunk."
    Downstairs, Marq and Eliza were lying on the couch, waiting for everyone to show up. All the furniture was shoved against the walls and a large rectangular plank of plywood was placed in the middle, acting as a dance floor over the plush carpeting. Marq turned to Eliza and said, "You look pretty."
"Thank you, this dress was my mother's," she answered politely. She splayed out the skirt across the couch and adjusted her red flowered sleeves. Her neckline scooped down just below her collarbone and modestly covered her shoulders. The sheer tan fabric under the red flowers matched her skin tone, mellowing out the abruption of the scarlett.
"Well, it's gorgeous." They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few more moments until Marq turned to Eliza. "So, I uh, I was wondering, we've never really been on a nice date before. We should go to... do that, yes. Maybe tomorrow night?" He looked down and Eliza laughed when she saw a small blush creep into his otherwise dark complexion.
"Gilbert du Motier are you asking me on a date?" she asked, humor coloring her tone.
"Y-yes," he stuttered, then cleared his throat. "Yes. Do you accept?"
"Well-" she bit her lip, "-of course I will. Oh, I can't wait! Where will we go?"
"How about Bonne Nourriture? We can get those yummy scallops that you like, you know? The ones like I make?" He seemed so excited about the fact that he was taking out Eliza that she almost laughed.
"Sounds perfect." She smiled and pecked him on the cheek. A knock sounded at the door, and Aaron's and Theodosia's smiling faces peeked through the window. Eliza opened the front door as the sound of thundering feet came from the staircase.
"How are you?" Theodosia squealed, embracing Eliza. "I haven't seen you since the hospital!"
"I'm fine, how are you?" Eliza and Theodosia shared a happy look as the latter pulled away from her friend.
"Aren't you happy for Maria? I can't believe it!"
"Oh yeah, how is little Susan?" Marq asked, attempting to enter the conversation.
"Well, Susan's fine, but-" Theo began to say something, but Eliza jumped behind her and clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Shush! They don't know yet!" The girls shared a look and giggled, confusing everyone.
"Alright, come on, my sisters are draining the bar, and Ange was already tipsy enough to let Jefferson watch her change." They walked into the kitchen, still chatting happily, and left the guys to awkwardly nod in greeting.
In the kitchen, Theo, Eliza, Angelica, and Peggy sat around a table with a huge cake sitting in the middle. Peggy went to swipe her finger through it but Eliza loudly slapped it away.
"Stop it!" She yelled, "It took me an hour to frost that thing." Peggy grumbled something about Eliza needing to lighten up, so, to spite her sister, she grabbed another drink instead.
"So, what did you get Marq?" Eliza asked giddily, a bright smile making her look like a little girl.
"Was I expected to get him something?" Peggy asked lazily, draining her beer. She propped her feet up on the table, earning a scowl from Eliza when her feet passed dangerously close to the cake.
"Yes, Peggy, that's what happens at a birthday." Eliza rolled her eyes and nudged her sister's heel-clad feet off the table. They heard the door open and Ange walked in looking pristine and perfect except for the flush in her cheeks and the slight smudge in her lipstick, giving her the look of a dignified harley-quinn.
"So, Ange," Theo began, holding back a smirk. "Did you already break the streak? I thought you had more self control."
"I did not, I simply..." Angelica searched for the right word, "Put it this way, if the streak were my job, I... took a leave of absence," she said mystically. Then she added, "Jefferson is upstairs finishing his leave of absence."
"Ohmygawd," Peggy snorted, choking and spitting as her drink came out her nose. Eliza had a disgusted look on her face, and Peggy was screaming with laughter, Theo bent over and clutching her stomach, shoulders shaking. "Well, it's been about two weeks, you lasted longer than I thought."
The door opened and a crowd of people piled into the house, someone turning on the music. Eliza linked arms with her sisters and they walked into the main room in a mask of red, white, and blue. Theo followed in a shine of sparkling silver, her high heels clacking as she found Aaron among the crowd. Jefferson came downstairs and searched the group, meeting Angelica's eye and walking towards her. The same happened with Peggy and Hercules, except they went back to the kitchen to continue their drinking escapade.
Marq caught Eliza's eye and grabbed her hand, leading her over to the makeshift dance floor. She giggled as he spun her around and pulled her into a dip. They danced all night, twisting and turning and laughing in the dance floor. Only around one o'clock did they stumble away to the kitchen.
Angelica, Peggy, and Hercules were sitting at the table, Jefferson leaning against the counter. Eliza pulled away from from Marq and joined her sisters at the table. The cake stood in the middle of the table, daring Peggy to reach out and take a bite. She once again was slapped away by her sister. "Pass me those candles, Thomas," Eliza commanded, pointing to the counter.
"Here you go." He tossed the pack of candles to the middle sister and she caught them swiftly and ripped the paper off.
"Alright, where's the lighter?" Eliza looked around the kitchen but Hercules piped up.
"Uh, I think I saw some freshmen trying to light a cup of beer on fire-"
"Oh, come on!" Angelica exclaimed, matching Eliza's affronted expression. "Who invited the freshmen?"
"Angelica! That is not the point." Eliza ran out, her red dress flowing behind her. She came back a minute, and several angry protests, later with a lighter. She lit the candles and everyone gathered around the table. Marq pulled Eliza towards him while everyone sang to him. When they finished he pretended to wipe a tear off his eye.
"Now, as a frenchmen-"
"Always got to remind us he's foreign," Jefferson cut in, eliciting laughter from all of them.
"I can appreciate wonderful things," he continued, looking pointedly at Eliza. "And let me just tell you... You are all terrible at singing." Everyone laughed, digging into the cake. They ate quickly, moaning about how delicious the cake was.
"Now, as a frenchman, I can appreciate fine things," Jefferson mocked, mimicking Laf's accent. "And let me just tell you... This is fricking delicious."
"Oh no," Angelica groaned, "When he stops swearing you know he's had too much to drink."
"I'm fine! I've only had this many drinks!" Jefferson held up his hands in a nonsensical gesture.
"That's too many! Drink some water." Eliza handed him a glass of water.
"No thanks a lizard, Ima just have more cake." He sat down at the table and reached in to grab another piece of cake. Eliza threw a spoon at him.
"That's for Marq."
"Yeah, that's for later," Marq said, elbowing Hercules. Eliza threw a spoon at him.
"Well, as fun as this is, I'm gonna go finish that bottle of expensive vodka that Madison brought," Angelica announced, shoving the rest of the cake into her mouth and leaving the kitchen. Jefferson followed her, walking a little sideways.
"They're going to be shagging each other like rabbits by the end of the night," said a man with a thick british accent. Everyone whipped around to the other kitchen entrance where a man in a long coat and wool pants stood. He looked like... royalty.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Peggy asked, ever the one for confrontation.
"George William Frederick... The third," He drawled. "I just moved here and thought this gathering would be a great way to get to know the student body."
"Ok bro, for one, don't say big words, all of us are drunk. For another- why are you so dressed up?" Hercules asked, blinking. George lost his smug but confused look for a second and it was replaced by a bashful one.
"I... wasn't sure what the dress code was." He scratched the back of his head .
"Have you ever been to a party before?" Peggy asked incredulously. George shook his head.
"Not an... American party." He emphasized the word with such a drawl that Peggy had to restrain from rolling her eyes.
"Alright, come one. Herc, we have to educate him." She dragged both boys into the living room. Eliza and Marq stayed in the kitchen, eyeing each other shyly. Finally, in what Marq must have thought was a good way to break the silence, he said, "I smell a three way."
Eliza smacked him upside the head and he held his hands up in a surrendering gesture. "I just meant that that George kid looks like he could use some fun in his life. Did you see the way Peggy was looking at him?"
"Please, Hercules is the only guy for her," Eliza contradicted, scowling p at her boyfriend. Marq shrugged.
"Are you sure about that? Her and Herc have more of a 'friends with benefits' type of thing going on, don't you think?"
"Nope, they were being all lovey dovey just earlier today. She was laying on him while they watched a show."
"Yeah, but they've always been like that. Think about it, they act more like a couple then than they do now." Eliza looked thoughtful.
"Alright, how much do you want to bet?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. He stared down at her doubtfully.
"Twenty-five dollars, or you pay for our next date." She shook his hand.
"Deal." They left the kitchen and rejoined the party, where Angelica and Jefferson were busy playing beer bong. They watched as Jefferson landed a ball in the very center of the cups and whooped. He downed the glass and Angelica took the ball, also landing it. This went on for a while, both very confident in their beer pong skills, before Jefferson finally missed one. He yelled in frustration and Angelica let out a series of yesses. She landed her last cup and tossed it back, her long hair flowing back to her waist.
To the right of them Peggy and Hercules were talking to George, whose pompous expression was back in place. Peggy was sitting on Hercules' lap with her legs flipped over the couch. Hercules had his hand on her leg, right where her dress seam ended. To the naked eye it would look like a small romantic gesture, but he was actually holding her dress in place. Peggy's current drunk state had left her completely unaware that she was one removed hand away from flashing everyone.
    Eliza and Marq walked over to them and struck up a conversation. When Herc saw the company approach, he swung Peggy around so that she was sitting up.
  "How are you guys doing?" Eliza asked.
   "Fine," Hercules answered at the same time Peggy slurred, "This is George. His accent is funny."
    "Yes, Peggy, they met George in the kitchen, remember?" Hercules prompted, causing her to grin drunkenly.
     "You're so hot," she said, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
     "Your drunk, let's get you to bed." Hercules lifted up her small form and carried her over to the stairs.
       As they were walking up, Peggy muttered, "As long as you're with me I'll be fine." Eliza had to stifle an "awe".
      Eliza jumped when she heard a crash coming from near the beer pong table. She turned around and saw Jefferson had her sister pinned against it, Ange's hand spotted into his afro. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Marq, who was talking to George about something. Eliza guessed either foreign matters or something about fashion.
      A pounding on the stairs greeted her attention and she saw Angelica blindly stumbling up to the second floor. Jefferson was being pulled after her, and before they could get any farther Eliza rushed over and demanded: "Angelica! What are you doing?"
      Angelica glanced over at her sister and then back to Jefferson, who had an impatient look on his face. "Making up for lost time." With that Jefferson hoisted her up onto his shoulder and finished up the stairs. Eliza put her her in her hands as she heard the door slam loudly.
      The party was beginning to clear out, and soon there was only one person left. She threw some leftover cake at him, essentially driving him out, and turned to Marq. The house was a mess, but she would deal with that later. For that night she just wanted to lay down with Marq and sleep the night away.
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