Hamilton OneShots

Laffy's Birthday

SEPTEMBER 6th HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAFAYETTE!!!!!!!

Lafayette. Everyone's favorite Frenchmen. Somehow, he was the person who managed to keep things calm between Thomas' friends, and Alexander's. He was absolutely adored! So, Thomas and Alexander agreed. For once. That they should celebrate Lafayette's 21st birthday. He was the youngest of the group, and he was FINALLY of legal drinking age. But just because Alexander and Thomas agreed to do this, doesn't mean planning it went as smooth...

"We could take him to a bar..." John proposed.

"John. I am not letting his first time getting drunk be held in a bar. He is doing it at home with us." Hercules countered.

"Okay, so whose house?" Aaron asked.

"Mine," Thomas said.

"NO. THOMAS I REFUSE TO STEP FOOT INTO YOUR HOUSE!" Alexander shouted.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because it smells like sex and macaroni."

James blushed intensely, knowing there was slight truth to Alexander's words.

"My apartment does not fucking smell like sex Mr. FucksJohnLaurensEveryday."

Now it was John's turn to blush.

"Well, we're in my apartment now. Do you smell anything even close to how bad your place probably fucking does.?"

Thomas stood up and to prove a point, walked into Alexander's room. The moment he walked in, he vomited. On purpose? Maybe. Either way, now Alexander's apartment was out of the question.

"Tommy. You didn't have to do that..." James said softly.

"Oh, but I did my dearest. It was to prove a point."

Alexander and John stared in horror at their bedroom.

"Thomas clean that shit up right now!" John yelled.

"Nah."

"THOMAS JEFFERSON CLEAN UP WHAT YOU JUST DID!"

"No thank you."

"Thomas for the love of God, just clean it up," Hercules begged.

"No."

"Thomas, no sex for a week if you don't clean it up," James said seriously.

"WHAT?!?"

Thomas rushed to the bathroom to grab cleaning supplies and instantly started cleaning up the vomit on the floor.

Everyone else chuckled.

"Okay, but seriously, whose house?"

"How about mine?" Washington walked into their apartment out of fucking nowhere.

James jumped, Washington's loud and powerful voice startling him. Thomas came back and shot Washington a slightly pissed look. He rushed over to James and protectively sat down and pulled him into his lap. Still glaring at Washington.

"HOLY SHIT WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM?" Alexander said, clearly startled.

"Language son-"

"Not your son."

"Anyway, like I was saying, my place is perfect. It's a large house, plenty of space. It'd be perfect for us and Lafayette to just hang out and drink."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Then Hercules asked the next major debate.

"Okay, so what kind of alcohol?"