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"Why are we at the General's home at this time of night, Hamilton?" Reed complained. "It is freezing, and I am sure that the General would not be happy to find us here at this time of night."
"You all may be wondering why I gathered you all here tonight." Hamilton said, ignoring Reed. "I had a really great idea a few days ago, and decided that you guys would want in on it."
"Hamilton, we better not be toilet papering the General's house again." Harrison warned. "Yes, I know it was fun, but you do remember what he said afterward right?"
"That if we TP'd his home again he'd be forced to put in a security system." Hamilton replied. "We're not doing that this time, we're going to do a reenactment of the time we crossed the Delaware!"
"Alexander, we weren't all there when that happened." Laurens said.
"That doesn't mean that we all can't be in the reenactment." Hamilton shot back. "Besides, I already got Lafayette to come and film us so all of us can be in the video."
"I have brought all the materials that you require mon ami!" Lafyette puffed, running up to the group.
"And here he is now! I was just telling the lads about our little plan."
"I think you've told us enough," Fitzgerald said. "It sounds fun, and the General will love getting the movie we're making him. I say let's do it!"
"Can I be Washington this time?" Hamilton asked. "Please, no one ever lets me be Washington, Meade was Wahington when we did Brandywine, and John was him for Monmouth, but I've never been him."
"You can be Washington this time, Hamilton." Tilghman replied. "Just please don't fall out of the boat. I know you're going to try to recreate that painting."
Hamilton pouted. "Why do you think I'm gonna fall out of the boat?"
"Hamilton, you're famous for making dumb decisions." Harrison ran his hand over his face. "Just get in the boat and let's get this over with before the General wakes up."
"Fine. Laf, Action!"
"The video is running."
The aides rowed the bright orange raft through the mounds of ice that Hamilton and Lafayette had dumped into the pool, trying, but failing to make as little noise as possible.
Suddenly, the lights came on in the house. and they could see the silhouette of Washington in the windows, looking as annoyed as a silhouette could possibly be.
"Fuck."
exactly thirty seconds later Washington appeared at the door. "ALEXANDER HAMILTON, WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT SNEAKING INTO MY HOUSE AFTER DARK!"
Hamilton, who was still standing on the raft, lost his balance and tumbled into the pool.
While Laurens and Harrison fished him out, Meade asked. "Sir, you say that as if this is a regular occurrence. Exactly how many times has Hamilton done this?"
"Too many to count. I should have never given him the code."
Everyone looked at the shivering man in the raft. "What? I don't like being told not to do something."
Washington sighed. "As you are all here, you may as well come in and get warm. Hamilton, you're going to take a hot bath. I don't need you catching pneumonia from this. Anyone else who got wet can use some of my clothes while theirs dry. Am I understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Can I make you something hot to drink, mon General?'
"Lafayette, are you seriously proposing to make the General something to drink in his own home?"
"Why not?"