One Shots-Hamilton-Mixed Ships

Sketches: Burrmads

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Warnings: This is like, pure fluff yo. Except for the sideline Jamilton. There is sideline Jamilton and they're getting it on

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"No."

"You know he's too prideful to invite me, Jemmy, come on!"

"Maybe you shouldn't be such a prick to him then if you want an invite. You're not coasting in on mine."

"You know it's our thing, Jemmy, I can him a bastard, he calls me an asshole. Then we go out of our way to ignore each other while accidentally bumping into each all the time. Come on, you know he invited you knowing that I'd tag along."

"Thomas, Hamilton invited me because we're friends. Seeing you is an added bonus," James said.

"Aha! He admits it!" Jefferson preened.

James rolled his eyes. "You know I hate clubs and parties, Thomas."

"So sit off to the side like you normally do, sip some wine, read a book. An hour, at most."

"Ugh, fine," James finally agreed, standing to grab a back to stuff at least three books into, full well knowing it was going to be a lot longer than an hour.

"You're the best, Jemmy," Thomas jumped up off the couch to go get ready for the party. James sighed, flipping through his Shakespeare play before stuffing it in the bag along with several law books and some philosophy books in their original Latin text. After a moment's contemplation, James also threw in a notepad and several pencils. He traded his hoodie for a black jumper and returned to the living room to wait for Thomas.

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The club was just as Madison had expected to be. Loud, packed, and absolute hell. Thomas stepped in the door and already had two shots before disappearing into the mass of people. James went over to the bar, got his wine and made for the quietest, most out of place corner he could find, propping open his book and shoving headphones in his ears.

He only got about three quarters of the way through his second book before another person stood over his table. Madison reached up and pulled out his headphones, signifying for the man to say whatever he wanted so he could leave faster.

"May I join you?" a smooth voice asked.

Madison looked up, "Aaron? Sure, go ahead," James gestured to the seat across from him.

Aaron slid smoothly in, "Sorry, I couldn't stand watching Alex and Thomas grind on each other anymore. How many drinks do you think they've had?"

James checked his watch for the time. They'd been here just under three hours. "Thomas probably has had over twelve shots and at least four pints of something. But he holds his liquor well, so."

Burr nodded. "Why'd you come if you were just going to spend the entire time reading?"

James closed his book and swirled the contents of his glass. "The wine," he said simply, taking a drink.

Burr chuckled. "What about you," Madison asked.

"No reason in particular," he said smoothly. In reality, he heard that Hamilton had invited Madison, and if there was a chance he'd show up, then Burr was going to be there. The two of them never had any real reason to hang out, so Burr hardly ever saw him, but James was one of those strong silent types, much like Burr and he couldn't help but admire that. They were similar.

Madison was quiet, manipulating from the sidelines, giving others the spotlight but pulling the strings. Burr was a charmer, getting everyone to back him with really giving away any of his plans. "So which apartment do you think they're going to go back to?" Burr asked, gesturing to Thomas and Alex, who were getting touchier by the minute.