The Second Shot

Chapter Eleven

(*Richard Price bursts through the door with What'd I Miss playing*)

The New York docks were cold, and Eacker shivered in the wind as they waited for the passengers to come off the boat.

Hamilton, Burr, Laurens, and Lafayette, as well as their friend William Mulligan, who Eacker had just met, fidgeting excitedly. Apparently, Richard Price was on said boat.

Eacker had met him once before, when Hamilton had first confronted him. Price had been with Hamilton in the theater, and Eacker had also had a duel with him, but neither of them had been injured.

The passengers began filing off the boat, and Eacker's friends perked up, excited to see Price after his 1.5 years in Europe.

And there he was, emerging from the boat. He was as tall and skinny as he had been when Eacker had last seen him, but his curly hair was longer, and pulled back in a ponytail.

"Price!" Burr yelled. Price looked over to them, waved, and picked up the pace.

The five ran towards him, encasing him in a group hug. Eacker followed them and awkwardly stood to the side, unsure of what he should do.

Price noticed Eacker, pulled himself out of the hug, and walked over so that they were chest to chest. Eacker crossed his arms, and Price stood with his hands on his hips. Price was only about an inch shorter than Eacker, so their faces were quite close.

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but aren't you the man that shot Hamilton?" Price asked.

"I am." Eacker replied.

"And why, might I ask, are you here?"

"Hamilton invited me."

Price laughed. "I'm sure he did."

"I don't know what kind of superiority ritual this is, but you two need to calm down." Mulligan said, pushing them away from each other.

"It's not a superiority ritual, he's just an ass." Price said, retrieving his suitcase from where he had dropped it.

"It's alright, Price," Hamilton said, patting his friend on the shoulder "he's apologised."

"And you two are friends now?" Price asked. Hamilton nodded.

"You are too easily forgiving, Ham-man." Price said, ruffling Hamilton's hair.

"Don't call me Ham-man." Hamilton said, fixing his curls.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat." Laurens said, walking towards a restaurant "It's cold out here, and I want to hear about Price's adventures in Europe."