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How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore, go on and on?
Grow into more of a phenomenon?
"Skill, talent, hard work, patience, persistence." Alex shrugged, counting on his fingers as he listed new things. "I could go on all night, you know."
Eliza spoke without turning her head. "That sounds like what you said to me when we were together, Alex."
Jefferson guffawed outrageously, clapping his hands in amusement while Washington gave Alex a conciliatory pat on the back.
John looked back and forth between his boyfriend and the Schuyler sister, shaking his head. "That's it, y'all. That's it. Eliza wins the universe. There is nothing else that can top that."
Burr chuckled, glad someone had put Alex in his place. Otherwise the entire show would have been Alexander boasting about his accomplishments. And no one wants that.
Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother.
Be seated at the right hand of the father.
Alex, shaking off the loss, turned to Burr, who was sitting on the end of the couch, nodding along with the song.
"What is it with this character and insulting me?" He asked, a little irritated.
"I don't know, Alexander, but I will tell you as soon as I find out." Burr replied, wishing he could just listen to the song.
"Just wondering." He said, slouching into his seat.
Washington hires Hamilton right on sight!
But Hamilton still wants to fight, not write!
"Is there anything new there?" Washington smirked, ruffling his son's hair.
Alexander yelped, attempting to wriggle free and failing.
Now, Hamilton’s skill with a quill is undeniable.
But what do we have in common? We’re
reliable with the -
Ladies!
"Really? You all are?" Adrienne fanned herself lightly and glanced around the room before continuing.
"Because with all the pairings in this room being the way they are, I would think you were practically all better with your own sex than you were with ours." Angelica joined in, looking pointedly at Burr.
Aaron had to do a double take. "Angelica, I would rather --"
She interrupted him. "Burr, you and everyone else in this room has been shipped with one another by someone." She tried to picture herself and Thomas together and repressed a shudder.
"Honestly, there are even some around that include you, sir." Adrienne finished, glancing at Washington as she sat down next to Angelica and her sisters.
Peggy scooted over so Adrienne could sit down, wondering if anyone would take this the wrong way and start shipping them too. She shook her head, deciding not to think too hard about it.
There are so many to deflower!
Ladies!
Looks! Proximity to power!
Ladies!
They delighted and distracted him!
Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him!
That’s true!
"It is?" Hercules leaned over, a puzzled look on his face.
Alex shook his head in answer. "Nah, not really. I wouldn't exactly turn that kind of thing down, though." He shrugged absently, the grin that had faded earlier returning full force.
Hercules leaning back and shook his head as Angelica tossed leftover popcorn at his head.
Seventeen eighty -
A winter’s ball.
And the Schuyler sisters are the envy of all.
Yo, if you can marry a sister, you’re rich, son!
Is it a question of if, Burr, or which one?
Angelica rolled her eyes and threw another handful of popcorn at Alexander's head as Eliza smiled.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!