A Winter's Ball

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Burr's POV

How does a bastard orphan spawn of a whore go on and on, grow into more of a phenomenon? Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouthed bother be seated at the right hand of the father. Washington hires Hamilton right on sight. But Hamilton still wants to fight, not write.

Now Hamilton's skill with the quill is undeniable, but what do I have going for me? I'm reliable with the LADIES! There are so many to deflower. LADIES! Looks proximity to power. LADIES!

Alexandra Hamilton is among those ladies tonight, but I'm not interested in her. But she's beautiful and a shameless flirt. She should have no trouble finding a man. They're delighted and distracted by her. Martha Washington named her feral queen cat after her.

1780, a winter's ball. And the Schuyler siblings are the envy of all. I whisper to a friend of mine standing beside me. "If you could marry a Schuyler, you're rich, son."

"Is it a question of 'if' Burr, or which one?" Alexandra's voice speaks behind me. She winks at me and struts towards the corner where the Schuylers are standing.

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