Alexandra's POV
The crowd from earlier has disbanded and the chaos from the street has died down. The only people remaining are Joan, Hercules and Lafayette (and myself of course). We've ordered one last round. My feet are killing me, but I stand to give a short, sweet, innocent speech to my new friends. "I may not live to see our glory,"
"I may not live to see our glory!" They echo.
"but I will gladly join the fight."
"But I will gladly join the fight!" God, I love these guys.
"And when our children tell our story,"
"And when our children tell our story!"
"they'll tell the story of tonight."
"Let's have another round tonight." Hercules suggests.
"Let's have anotherr round toniiiiight..." Lafayette is giddy in his drunkenness. Change of plans. Everyone gets another drink except for Lafayette because otherwise he won't be able to walk.
Joan rises and holding her glass, she speaks, her voice a sweet ballad of truth. "Raise a glass to freedom. Something they can never take away, no matter what they tell you." She then turns to me. She caresses my arm and stares at me with her deep, passionate eyes. "Raise a glass to the four of us. Tomorrow there'll be more of us... telling the story of tonight."
When I'm finished with my drink I rest my head on Joan's shoulder. She's warm and welcoming. My last thought before I drift off is, "They'll tell the story of tonight."
What happened after that? No clue. Maybe we went home, but that's not likely. It's safe to assume we all just fell asleep on the floor of the tavern.
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Alexandra Hamilton
FanfictionAlexandra Hamilton, Elijah Schuyler, Joan Laurens, Mark Reynolds and a few others are genderbends. I'm taking a lot of creative liberties because I want this to be an empowering story. I also changed Alex and Eli's children to mostly girls. I don't...
