TWS- cursing, drinking, character death, gun, gunshot
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A cold cloak clung around three men. Each one laughed as they walked into a manor. "This will be enjoyable," the ginger-haired one said. "Aaron, do you think I could score a Schuyler?" The wigged man scoffed.
"Who'd want an immigrant bastard like you?" Burr laughed. He looked at his friend for a reaction.
The ginger growls. "Nice one Aaron." He stomped up the rest of the steps and nodded to those at the party.
"Alexander, calm down. I'm sure Aaron was being a jokester." The blonde man patted Alexander's shoulder.
"Okay, John. If you say so," Alexander stepped passed his friend, into the ballroom. Gathered in a circle, stood the Schuyler sisters.
"Elizabeth Schuyler, she goes by Betsey." Aaron whispered to Alexander. Alexander nodded, and proceeded to step forward.
"Alexander. Wait- who's that?" At the sound of John's voice, Alexander followed his friend's eyes to a tall man in a Continental uniform.
"Wouldn't Redcoats kick him out?" A woman whispered as she walked past the trio. Her green corset dragged behind her.
Alexander stepped up to the Continental man. John stood on one side of him. "Pardon me, who may you be? I thought Redcoats watched the ball."
An amused expression crossed over the soldier's face. "Yes, they are. However, they allowed me. Just no funny business." He said, taking a sip of the whiskey in his glass. His eyes darted at the two. "Who are you two?"
Alexander's eyes darted to the soldier's face and back. "I am Alexander Hamilton. This is my friend, John Laurens." The other craned his neck, eyes narrowed.
"I see," he said. "Well, I am Benjamin Tallmadge." Tallmadge said. The soldier paused as the youngest Schuyler strolled past. He winked at her, she giggled.
John huffed. "Alexander, Ben," he said. "I'm going to get a drink." John slunk away, Alexander shrugged. Benjamin and Peggy slid away, dancing.
'Well damn, that Benjamin is a player.'
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Alexander took Betsey's hand, as Angelica, the second eldest had summoned him. "My Alexander," she said. "You're quite the dancer." Alexander's face flushed a rosy pink and he looked at Betsey's face.
