South Park in Hamilton because I have no life.

Aaron Burr, sir. (Chapter two.)

Let's go.
~Eko.
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1776. New York City. I was recommended this place.

"Pardon me?" I ask the man I came to ask.

He turns.

"Are Craig Tucker, sir?" I ask.

The man is comically short, admittedly, I am sort of short myself.

"That depends. Who's asking!" He asks.

"Oh sir I've heard all about you! I'm Wendy Testaburger! I was looking to graduate early," I say.

"I erm," he says.

"I got into a fight with a buddy of yours. Might have been disrespectful, it's a blur, sir. He handles the finances, sir," I say.

It's a genius play of words if you ask me.

"You got into a disagreement with the purser?" He asks.

I swear I could hear a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yes! I wanted to do what you did, graduate and join the revolution," I say.

He rolls his eyes.

"How'd you do it? How did you graduate so fast?" I ask.

He looks me up and down.

"It was my parents' last wish before they passed," Craig says.

He looks down slightly, looking very sad. Oh no.

"You're an orphan!" I let out.

I take his shoulders.

"Of course! I'm an orphan!" I say.

"It doesn't exactly mean that," he says very softly.

I'm frankly too excited to process what he just said.

"God, I wish there was a war!" I let out.

He looks really shocked, pulling himself away from me in great fear.

"We could do so much more. If we had a war...," I say.

He looks interested now, slowly looking at me rather interestingly calm through the slight interest. How is he so calm through this thing?

"Then we could prove we are worth more than anyone bargained for!" I say.

His excitement disappears, as if he were to calm himself very slowly.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asks.

I don't know... but maybe he'll teach me what to do?

"That would be nice," I admit.

"While we're talking let me offer you some real advice," he says.

Oh he is going to teach me? Good God, that's great.

"Talk less," he says.