(I don't not support this, injustice doing this for a friend.)
Alexander's POV
I sit at the table waiting for my beer to arrive, I watch Burr struggle with the taps and fiddle with the orders.
Sigh..
Finally, Burr stumbles over to my table, slamming the beer in front of me. "Sorry sir!" He begins apologizing over and over again, waiting to be hit. "I'm not going to hurt you jeez, you didn't do anything. Oh.. Do you need help with those?" I ask, a little concerned. Burr quickly turns his head around, looking at his manager, then back at me. "What?" "I.. I asked if you needed help?" Burr's face lights up, my heart flutters. "Really? I you.. Yes!" I almost stumble back as Burr drops all of his drinks into my hands. God.. Who knew drinks could be so heavy? Now I feel so bad for him! "How long are you normally on shift for?" Burr sighs, placing a hold drink on a table in front of a tall man, his hair pulled back. "I ordered the whiskey." He complains, we ignore him. "Oh.. I'm normally here all day. 20 hours at the most. Normally 16." Poor thing.. "I'll work with you!" I shout unexpectedly. I watch Burr's face go red. "What? NO! Alex go home. I... No just you don't need to, please. Finish your beer and leave." "I insist!" I step closer to him, backing him against the bar wall. "Hamilton, you're drunk." "I can help you.. Through the night.~" I wink, using my seductive voice. Burr tries stepping back, but he has no where to go. "Hamilton, p-please! You- think.. Mph!?" I smash my lips against his. Since this is a bar, nobody questions us. I pull away, giving us time to breath. Burr's cheeks and face heats up, his face goes as red as a tomato. "Now, need help?" "Y-yeah.. That would be nice."
A/N: This was terrible.
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Random Hamilton Trash
FanfictionJust some random Hamilton trash and AU ideas.. I just need to write them down when I have one or two. Probably slow updates but hey, I always enjoy seeing what people think about em'.
