The Press (Whamilton)

Ch. 6

A few minutes later dinner started. Everybody took their seats at their tables. Hamilton was assigned to be sitting on the left of Washington, with Eliza at his side. Jefferson was assigned to be sitting on the right of Washington, Henry Knox next to him. Eliza and Knox were next to each other. Everybody had been split up at small round tables, so the most important people were at Washington's table.

Or at least they were, until the president rewrote the seating arrangements. He took his seat and sighed, picking up a small menu and glancing through it. Hamilton gulped and looked at the drinks. "So, would now be an inappropriate time to give you your present?" Hamilton mumbled, looking at George.

Washington hid his smirk and muttered, "If you want, go ahead. But press will question it immediately." Hamilton felt his inside jacket pockets and huffed.

"Shit," He spoke quietly, "I think I forgot it in my rush to get out of the house." Washington sighed and set his menu down. He glanced around for the waiter to come around.

"Well don't worry. I'm sure you'll find some other public time to give it to me." George teased. He got his phone out and checked a few texts before putting it away. Washington kept his left hand under the table. Eliza cleared her throat.

"Has anybody else ever eaten here? I haven't eaten here since I was a little girl." She admitted. Washington opened his mouth to answer but Jefferson spoke first.

"I recommend the four cheese mac and cheese with honey pepper chicken tenders it would definitely be the best dish they serve in my opinion," He purred, glancing Eliza up and down. Eliza immediately scooted closer to Hamilton, grossed out. Washington and Hamilton both made mental notes to not order the four cheese mac and cheese. Alex held Eliza's hand to comfort her, and Jefferson noticed this. The press noticed this as well. Hamilton even looked at the camera when they took the photo.

Eliza thought about pulling away, but knew the press would interpret that wrong. They would think she didn't want Hamilton to hold her hand and that he was harassing her. Couldn't have that happening. Alexander would be ruined.

The waiter came around. Washington ordered the brunch burger, Jefferson ordered mac and cheese, Henry ordered a glass of water, Hamilton ordered the quesadilla burger, and Eliza ordered the same thing as Hamilton. Hamilton asked for a diet pepsi. Thomas clicked his tongue. "Diet Pepsi? At least get diet coke Hamilton." he judged. Washington rolled his eyes.

Henry muttered under his breath, "Are you guys seriously going to ruin the dinner by arguing over diet soda?"

Hamilton snapped, "I like Diet Pepsi. I always get Diet Coke wherever I go, i just thought I would change things up. Remember how you called me out two years ago on my 'coke addiction'? If you're going to insult me, at least keep up with your own words. Not that you've ever done that with other things, like, your campaign."

Washington growled, "Quiet. Press is watching." Jefferson huffed. He messed with his phone for awhile, trying to ignore everything. Hamilton smiled triumphantly and squeezed Eliza's hand. She glanced at him.

Alex whispered, "That's payback for so much as looking at you with that kind of smirk. He's so perverted, Miss Schuyler." Eliza smiled and nodded a little in agreement.

Jefferson snapped, "I hate you. How did you even manage to get into the cabinet huh?"

Hamilton wondered aloud, "Is he gonna call me names again? Like that cute little word with a C that you called me last week?"

Jefferson snapped loudly, "Oh you mean a fat cunt?!" The man covered his mouth right after he said the word, his eyes wide with fear. Washington's eyes were wide, and he was covering his own grin. Hamilton was smiling. Eliza was sipping champagne and hiding her smile. Thomas slowly pulled his hand away from his mouth and picked up the menu. He cleared his throat. "So, uh, what are you guys getting?"