Chapter Eight
"Are you guys coming out to the bar with us?" Alex asked 2/3 of the Schuyler sisters.
"Yes. Even Peggy." Angelica said. "The little rebel."
Alexander laughed. "Hey you and Maria are the only ones actually old enough to drink. And Maria is pregnant. So..."
Eliza nodded. "He's right y'know."
Angelica sighed. "Whatever!"
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"You look so cute!" John squealed.
"Shut up." Alex said. "I've put my hair in a man bun before."
"But I've never really looked at it before! It's so cute!"
"Come on." Alex huffed, grabbing his boyfriend's hand and dragging him out the door.
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"Are you sure you're okay with being the designated driver?" Angelica asked John. "I could totally do it."
"Nah, I don't feel like getting drunk tonight."
An hour passed and everyone but John was completely drunk. He observed his friends, sorting them into the archetypes of drunk.
Lafayette was currently on a table just laughing. He was a goofy drunk. He found everything funny and liked to draw dicks on people's faces after they passed out.
Eliza was climbing on top of the table to be with Laf. She wasn't a goofy drunk necessarily, but she was slap-happy.
Hercules was chatting up a group of girls with a smirk. They were all giggling and flirting back. He was a smooth drunk. Somehow, being intoxicated made it even easier for him to get girls.
Peggy was yelling at a man who had whistled at her and touched her SnapBack. She was screaming at him about how he was a pig. John felt like cheering her on. She was an angry drunk.
Maria, of course, wasn't drunk. She sat calmly. But Angelica. When John looked over she was in the process of dancing on the bar counter and whipping her shirt around in her hand. Maria tried to get her down, as several men were drooling over her. But Angelica was for sure a stripper drunk and nothing stopped her.
And then there was Alexander.
"Babbbyyyy!" He whined.
"What?" John laughed as his boyfriend climbed onto his lap.
"Kiss meeee!" He whined again.
"No." John chuckled. "We're in public, Alex."
Alexander pouted. "I'm hornyyyy!"
Alex was a combination of two types. He was needy and slutty. A combination that, for his boyfriend, could be either cute/funny or annoying.
"Alex."
"Hmmph." The smaller man got off John's lap and crossed his arms.
"Well if it isn't the notorious Alexander Hamilton." A snide voice chimed in.
"Thomas." Alex growled his rival's name. Being drunk didn't stop him from hating the man. "I see you brought your... friends." He referred to James and Aaron. The trio was always together.
"I see you're here... being a fag." Thomas laughed.
Alex stood up. Despite being a head shorter than Thomas, he was still intimidating. "Take your homophobic ass somewhere else, Jefferson."
John put his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Let it go, Alex."
Alexander shrugged his hand off.
The three men who had just come now turned to the Schuyler sisters and Maria.
Aaron licked his lips as he stared up at Angelica in her bra and shorts. She got off the bar top and sat in a stool, oblivious.
"Excuse me, bitch." Aaron smirked.
She looked at him, eyebrow raised.
"I know it's not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy's got money."
"What the fuck?" Angelica looked confused.
"You're a creep." Maria said. "Keep your eyes off my girlfriend."
Peggy nodded, looking even more pissed. "Don't talk to her like that, you fucking douchebag."
Eliza giggled. "You're a fuckwad, Aaron."
Aaron smirked. "Ladies, ladies. You're all fine as hell, but that doesn't excuse bitchy behavior." His eyes were still glued to Angelica's chest.
She crossed her arms and Peggy practically growled.
Alex had seen enough. "Leave them alone, Aaron!"
Thomas chuckled. "Hey, it's their faults for being dressed like sluts."
"DON'T TALK ABOUT THEM LIKE THAT!" Alex yelled.
John stood. "Alexander, stay calm."
Thomas laughed. "You should listen to your boyfriend, homo. No need to get so worked up over a few whores."
"THAT'S IT!" Alexander's fist swung out and connected with Thomas's jaw.
AN: I'm dead omg. I love the drunk squad. But now bad things will happen LOLOLOLOL.