Muda

Tonight (18.)

[A.Ham]

Madison was a man that could  be easily spooked, but this was a new degree of his paranoia. I didn't think much of it, though I did have to consider that Lady Washington invited Muda out. I personally did not want to set foot anywhere near that rat pit Jefferson called a home. Anyway...

"Another round, my dear girl!" I called, laughing with Mulligan and Lafayette at my sides. Muda smiled, collecting the empty cups. "Then come and relax with us, darling."

"We appreciate it, doll, just watch the dress." Mulligan added, handing her a small pouch of money, probably to close our tab. We might have been more than a little tipsy. Muda stepped away to head back to the bar. "So, Wash let you have your girl back that easily?"

"Well, I missed the hell out of her. I really missed her. I need her." I admitted. "I mean, come on, look at her, she's amazing. I'm lucky to have her in my care." The three of us looked over to the bar, at Muda who arranged drinks on a tray. Mulligan really outdid himself with this dress. It may have been a rush order, but how it framed her body was sinful. Even the way she knotted one side at the hip to hold the skirt up, to keep it off of the grimy floor. She must have felt eyes on her, because as she turned, our eyes connected instantly. Absolutely stunning. She took her time to return to our table, her hips swayed with every step, a confident smile on her lips. Clearly, this wasn't the first time she's served drinks to men. She open leaned over the table, setting each mug in front of each of us.

"Oh, mon fleur..." Laf wrapped an arm around her waist, and she squeaked as she felt into his lap. "Such an adorable sound." He cooed, nuzzling into her shoulder. "It really is amazing to see you again, I have missed you dearly. And my, have you gotten more beautiful..." She flushed pink as he stroked her cheek with his free hand, muttering more to her in French. She continued to giggle every few moments.

"Do you know French?" I asked, sipping my fresh drink. Muda nodded... huh.

"She learned in my care. I knew little English when I got here. Jefferson helped for the first while." Laf answered for her, probably not even noticing Muda answered, distracted by her figure. Mulligan laughed, shaking his head.

"Damn frog spreading his frenchness everywhere." I nodded with Herc, chuckling.

"Cheers to that." I knocked cups with Herc, and even Muda joined in the laughter.

"Ha ha, very fun, mis amies. French is a beautiful language. Isn't it, mon fleur?" Laf asked, kissing my girl's cheek. She blushed deeper red, biting her lip as she mirrored Laf's nodding. "Mhmm... see?"

"Uh huh..." I replied, watching as Laf noticed my girl's shyness.

"Non, fleur, don't bite that..." He raised a thumb to Muda's lip and tugged it free, keeping his eyes on hers. "Much better." He pressed his lips to her cheek again, creeping closer to the corner of her mouth.

"Lafayette." I warned. I knew what kind of drunk Laf was, and I honestly and not letting him get too far. She's mine.

"Relax, Hamilton, I won't hurt her. Soldier's honor." He glanced to me for a moment, giving Muda a chance to lower head, hiding her tinted cheeks from view. "She knows I like making her blush. Always have."

"Yea, Hamilton, lighten up. He's just playin'. No harm." Mulligan added again, chilled out with his drink.  Comfortably reclined in his chair, he laid his hat over his eyes. I shifted, obviously not happy about it.

"Well, if it isn't the revolutionary set." And just like that, I didn't mind Muda being cuddled up to Laf. Better the frog than this rat...

"Aaron Burr, Sir. Not like you to come out anymore." I tried to smile, but it came more sarcastically than I intended.