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Chapter Six - Burr, Laurens, Lafayette, Mulligan

New York City, America

British American Colonies

1776

Alex had been hitting up the libraries recently. Alex needed to rise to the top. If he was going to survive in the American economy, he had to step up his game. Alex was determined to make his mark on America before he left this world for good.

"Princeton is one of the most pristine colleges in the country..." the librarian droned on to another man in the library. She handed him a pamphlet about Princeton and nodded him away.

"Can I have one of those?" Alex asked.

"Of course," the little old librarian smiled up at Alex from her desk and handed him a pamphlet.

***

Princeton, New Jersey

British American Colonies

1776

Alex made his way to Princeton, New Jersey eventually. He roamed the beautiful campus for a bit until going inside to speak to someone about this Aaron Burr.

"Excuse me," Alex said to a scrawny looking man. "Do you know a graduate by the name of Aaron Burr?"

"Why yes, that firecracker graduated in two damn years," the man answered.

"Really? How did he do it?"

"I have no idea," the man laughed. "You'd have to ask the man himself. I'm pretty sure he lives in New York City, New York."

"Yes, and, what do you do here?"

"I handle the financials Mr..."

"Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton."

"Mr. Hamilton."

"Well, the reason I ask you about Mr. Burr is for the reason that I want to graduate in two years and then join the revolution." The man looked at me, dumbfounded. "Do you think that's foolish?" The financials man laughed and then straightened himself up. Alex raised an eyebrow at him.

"Only Mr. Burr in the history of Princeton graduates has done that."

"Well, tell me how he went about it!"

"I said you would have to ask the man himself!" Alex couldn't stand the financials man anymore so he punched him, right in the face.

After a few minutes of holding his bleeding nose, the financial man finally said, "That was very dishonorable of you, Mr. Hamilton."

Alex shook it off like nothing and said, "So, you said he resides in New York City, New York?"

***

New York City, New York

British American Colonies

1776

Alex had asked around about Aaron Burr and located the man in his favorite local bar one evening.

"Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?" Alex asked one man sitting at the bar.

"That depends, who's asking?" the man replied.

"Oh sure, sir, I'm Alexander Hamilton. I'm at your service, sir. I have been looking for you."

"I'm getting nervous."

"Sir, I heard your name at Princeton. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punched him. It's a blur, sir. He handles the financials?"

"You punched the bursar?"

"Yes. I wanted to do what you did, graduate in two and join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid. I'm not stupid. So how'd you do it? How'd you graduate so fast?"

"It was my parents dying wish before they passed."

"You're an orphan, of course! I'm an orphan! God, I wish there was a war so we can prove that we're worth more than anyone bargained for!"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"That would be nice."

"While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice? Talk less."

"What?"

"Smile more!" Alex chuckled. "Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for."

"You can't be serious."

"You want to get ahead?"

"Yes."

"Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead." Alex was a little startled by Mr. Burr's sentiment. At that very moment, three very nicely dressed hooligans thundered into the bar, making everyone aware of their presence. They were screaming a whooping. Alex was kind of inclined to join them. One of them walked up to him. He had tan skin with curly brown hair tied into a ponytail. Alex didn't bother to try to shake his hand because the man was already rambling on, "I'm John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints of Sam Adams, but I'm working on three, ha! Those redcoats don't want it with me, 'cause I will pop-chicka-pop these cops 'til I'm free!" Alex had no idea what 'pop-chicka-pop' meant, but he kind of liked it.

Next, a man with dark skin and dark poofy hair tied in a ponytail stepped up to greet him. He started rambling in French and it sounded like, "Oui Oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set! I came from afar just to say Bonsoir. Tell the king casse-toi. Who's the best? C'est Moi." From what French Alex knew, it sounded like the fast-talking Marquis de Lafayette had just said 'Yes yes, my friend, my name is Lafayette! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set! I came from afar just to say good evening. Tell the king, go away. Who's the best? It's me.' Alex liked these guys already.

The next man who stepped up looked like the truest hooligan of them all. He started to speak, "I am Hercules Mulligan! I'm upping it, loving it! Heard your mother say come again!" That line was truly inappropriate, Alex thought. I like these guys. Alex nodded. And my mother's dead for your information, Mulligan.

"Aye," Laurens and Lafayette called.

"Lock up your daughters and horses! Of course, it's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets!"

"Wow," Alex breathed.

"No more sex! Pour me another brew son!" Laurens shouted while grabbing a shot glass off of a table. "Let's raise a couple more to the revolution! Well if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton College!"

"Aaron Burr," Mulligan nodded.

"Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!" Laurens beckoned.

"Good luck with that. You're taking a stand. You spit, Imma sit, we'll see where we land," Burr said.

"Ohh," the men chorused.

"Burr the revolution's imminent, what do you stall for?" Laurens asked.

"If you stand for nothing, Burr, what'll you fall for?" Alex joined in.

"Who are you? Ohh who is this kid? What's he going to do?" all three men asked of Alex.

Alex spent the next three hours explaining to the four men his beliefs and history. Alex talked about where he was born and his journey to the colonies with his brother. He talked about his scholarship to King's College. His knowledge, his age, the New York streets. He talked about the British and the taxes and the king. He especially spent a while on the revolution and bragging about himself until the other guys got tired of him rambling on. Alex, John, Lafayette, and Hercules all agreed to meet back at the bar the next night.