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First Meeting

Aaron Burr
Year: 1780

You were graciously invited by Philip Schuyler to attend the Winter Ball he was hosting. You were wearing your F/C (favorite color) dress, and you were conversing with Angelica Schuyler, Philip's oldest daughter. It wasn't until you turned around that you locked eyes with one man. He was alone in a corner, caressing a glass of wine in his hands.

You made your way across the ballroom floor and to this man. "Excuse me. I was wondering if you'd like to share a dance with me?" You asked hopefully. He looked up at you and smiled, setting the glass of wine down. "I would be honored to dance with you, Miss...?" He trailed off. "Please forgive me for my lack of manners. My name is Y/N. Y/N Washington," you introduced. "Washington?" He asked. You nodded. "The General is my father. And what's your name, kind man?" You asked as you two made your way to the dance floor. He smiled as he began to dance with you.

"Miss Washington, my name is Aaron Burr."

Alexander Hamilton
Year: 1776

You had been dragged to the pub by your younger brother, John. He was downing rounds of alcohol alongside his new friends, Hercules Mulligan and Marquis de Lafayette. The three men were Revolutionists to the core, which made you happy that John had finally made some friends. You stuck out like a sore thumb at the pub in New York, but it was only because you were surrounded by drunken men. Your eyes wandered to the entrance when Aaron Burr — the prodigy of Princeton College — walked in with a shorter man.

The new man Burr was talking with had black hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, and he had energetic eyes that reminded you somewhat of your energetic brother. "I'm John Laurens." Your brother introduced himself. "I am Hercules Mulligan," Hercules introduced. "Bonjour, je m'appelle Lafayette." The French man introduced. The short man shook their hands. "What's your name man?" John asked. "Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton." He answered. You cleared your throat, gaining the attention of the four men. "Shit! I forgot. This is my sister, Y/N Laurens," John said. You smiled politely and shook Alexander's outstretched hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Alexander." You said genuinely. Alexander smiled back.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Y/N."

Hercules Mulligan
Year: 1778

You were toting your dress in your arms as you walked to the tailor shop closest to your Brooklyn home. You needed to get your dress tailored for the outing you had been invited to, courtesy of General Washington and his wife, Martha. You struggled to get the door open but a hunk of a man opened it for you. "Can I help you with that, Miss?" He asked. He was a bit burly, but his kind voice made you feel more at ease. "If you wouldn't mind. I don't want to burden you with this mess," you said. He chuckled softly.

"'Tis not a burden, Miss. I'm a tailor's apprentice; this is what I was trained to help with. Can I get your name for the tag to put on the dress?" He asked. "May I get your name first?" You asked. "Certainly. My name is Hercules Mulligan," he said. You smiled and he returned one. "Y/N Jefferson." You responded. He wrote it down on the tag. "I'll be sure to see you in two days, Miss Jefferson," He said. "And I'll be sure to see you as well, Mr. Mulligan." You spoke before exiting the shop.

Hercules Mulligan sure was something.

James Madison
Year: 1781

Since the war ended and your stepbrother Marquis moved back to France, you had been struggling to find a source of work. Being a French immigrant in New York City was hard enough, and it was even harder being a woman along with being a French immigrant. You'd decided to stay in America because you found it quite fascinating. You were wandering the streets of Manhattan when you saw a man struggling to get his papers that had apparently fallen out of his arms.