The Unoriginal (Aaron Burr x Reader)

4 (Story of Tonight)

"Thank you for the wonderful evening, Mr.Burr", you said while closing the park gates. "I should be thanking you anyways, it was a wonderful night you made possible", he said waiting for you. You walked over to him and then you both started down the road. It was dark now with a shining half moon and stars lighting up the sky. The tavern was obviously visible with it's many candles lit for anyone still inside drinking. You used the stars to tell the time.

It's a little off ... It's around 10, maybe 10:30.

"Do you know of my brother's emporium?" "I certainly have heard of it. 'Crème de la Crème', I'm always hearing good things about your brother's work." "Well, he lives in the upstairs of that with Cato. It's very convenient. And my bakery is right across the street. It's the same as Hercules's building, but I have three bedrooms upstairs and not two. But even though we're only several yards away, we don't see each other that much because of Hercules's work. At least we write to each other and just walk across the street and stick it in the mailbox. But once a month, we get to have nights at the bar."

Of course, when you threatened your brother to be home by midnight or else you wouldn't cook for him for a month, you meant the home cooked meals you made before heading out to the bar. It  just gives another reason why Hercules longs for the 'fun-night'.

"Who is Cato?", Burr asked turning towards you. "Cato is Hercules's 'slave'", you pulled your arm from Burr's and did air quotes on the word 'slave'. "Hercules bought him to get him out of the hell hole he was living in. Basically freeing him. We treat him like family."

"Do you have any thoughts on slavery?", you asked hesitantly. If only you knew what was going on in his head. "The topic is appealing but... irrelevant.. due to the Revolution", he said looking for words. "I guess that's understandable. The war should be our main focus right now. But for me, slavery betrays the very ideals of scripture and the ideals of freedom in this nation we are about to make", you rant.

You don't even realize how far you'd be going to go with this until you didn't even notice that you were walking home. "I mean it's not like it's a bad subject to talk about for when this war is over and we've made a nation, but we should always be aware that innocent lives are being taken from their home and forced to work for us."

You turned a corner by instinct and Burr followed close behind while listening.

"And these southern extremists, who are crazy for slavery, say that The Bible tells them to enslave Africans", you say in a mocking tone. "There are several scriptures that clearly say that all Man are equal. I understand it's not the best time for this argument, but we must write the notes for our children now so they can evaluate them to essays and laws in the future."

You turned another corner.

And honestly, fighting against slavery is another reason why you like John Laurens a lot. He earned your respect quickly when you met him.

"That's a good analogy that needs to be recited over and over until people understand what freedom truly means. If we can keep up this sense freedom then maybe in 300 years, everyone will get the rights they deserve. I hope it doesn't take that long", you said holding in a laugh in the end.

You looked up to see you were standing in front of your bakery. How did I even get... Oh no. I rambled... Your face flushed with embarrassment for a slight moment.

You turned your head to see Burr with his hands behind his back and waiting patiently with a smile. "That's quite the mind you have. It's good to know that women will fight against the norms in society."

You smiled at his words. There need to be more people like him, you just wish he was a bit more open. "Is this your mailing address, Miss Mulligan?", he asked looking at the numbers on the top of the front door frame. You nodded your head 'yes'.