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Alexander Hamilton was almost falling out of his chair in exhaustion. He had stayed up all night studying the battle plans that Washington had given him to look over to get an extra opinion on and to see if any changes needed to be made on the sneak attack that was planned the next week. He still wasn’t a commander or anything, but looking over what was going to happen was nice. Maybe. A little bit. Ok, not at all. Alex just wanted to lead a group of people into war, to finally feel like he had a purpose in life, but no, Washington thought he wasn’t ready. He was more than ready! Way better than Charles Lee that was sure.
As Alex was trying to keep his eyes open, his wife, Eliza, came into the room. “Alexander?” She called. Alex lifted his head to greet her but offered no verbal response. She took one look at the empty coffee cups scattered across his desk and his drooping eyes and sighed.
“How much sleep did you get last night?” He looked to be contemplating on what to say to her. Eventually, he laid his head down and mumbled his response. “Alex you know I can’t hear you when you mumble like that. Please speak up.” Eliza spoke as if speaking to a child, which sometimes, it really felt like it.
It took great effort to lift his head up from the table. His arms seemed like the best option to sleep on at the moment. “Umm, maybe like 2 minutes if you count up the seconds I blinked.”
“Alexander Hamilton! You need to sleep. How many times do I have to tell you that!” Since Alex’s head was no longer on the table, Eliza snatched the plans from it and held them tightly. Alex jumped up, ready to get the paper back, but swayed on his feet. He had to grip the desk so as to not fall. Eliza shook her head with a frown pulling at her lips. She understood why he wanted to work all the time, but she didn’t know why he wouldn’t take care of himself.
“You are going to bed right now, no don’t protest. I don’t care if you have work your wellbeing comes before it.” Eliza raised an eyebrow as if to challenge him to resist her. Alex nodded, resigned to his fate and started walking towards their shared bed. He got in and Eliza kissed his forehead before saying to get some rest. He was out before she left the room.
Alex woke some time around mid day. Eliza and his son, Philip, had come into the room to tidy up a bit and the noise woke him. Alex had always been a light sleeper; you had to be when you lived with his dad. Eliza was just helping him get out of bed when all of a sudden everything went black. The room the couple and their son was previously in looked like no one had been in it for hours.
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John Laurens collapsed on his bed, tired after a day of fighting to end slavery. All he wanted to do was sleep, but he had letters to write and send.
His first letter needed to go to one of his best African American friends, Titus, to ask how it was being a freed slave and to ask for tips. John had saved him a few years ago and they had become friends almost immediately. Now, Titus was a huge help with his fight against slavery.
Next, was his letter to his wife, saying that he won’t be back again for another night. Now, don’t get him wrong, he loved his wife dearly, but only as a friend. He didn’t like girls, but at this point in time, he could get killed for saying something even close to that statement. He had accidentally got her pregnant and had to marry her to save her from public embarrassment. He didn’t like going back home to her because it only reminded him how he could never be who he truly wanted.
Finally, his last letter was to Alexander Hamilton. Alex had promised to help him in his fight against slavery, so John asked if they could meet and discuss how to go about it. That wasn’t the only reason John wanted to meet up though. He may or may not be harboring a small crush on the other man. He knew Alex well didn’t like him back because he had an amazing family and seemed to love them all so much, so clearly, he wasn’t interested in John, let alone guys in general, but it was still nice to talk to him.
John signed off the letter, sealed up the envelope, and set in a stack with the rest of the letters to be brought to the post office later.
He got up to go to bed when all of a sudden, he was engulfed in black.
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“General!” George Washington stopped the conversation he was having with an officer and turned his head to see one of the newer recruits running towards him. “General Washington, sir, I have news from Commander Greene that his battalion has made it safely to the city and that they’re going to wait until your word to move.”
George nodded and dismissed the soldier with a quiet ‘thank you’. He turned back to the officer. “Please excuse me, I have business to attend to in my tent. Have a good day.” The officer nodded and walked off while George walked back to his tent. He sat down in his chair and sighed. He was tired and wanted his wife. She always knew what to say when she was stressed.
There had been multiple attacks on his armies and it was a small relief to hear that one had made it safely to their destination.
He checked his schedule to see if he had anything to do for the next hour or so; he didn’t. George decided he was going to take a walk around his camp, when darkness surrounded him.
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Thomas Jefferson walked out of the room smug. The first cabinet meeting had just been adjourned and he and James had won that debate. Hamilton didn’t have their votes so he couldn’t create that stupid bank of his. James trailed behind him with his mouth set into a line, like he was trying to hold back a couch. He probably was, since he seemed to be coughing quite a bit lately.
“Hell yeah, James! We completely destroyed him in there.” Thomas said as they walked down the stairs. James let out a small laugh and shook his head. He was really happy to have Washington on their side this time. All Hamilton was trying to do is make the government have the most power and they’d had to many bad experiences with a strong central government.
As Thomas approached his office with James in tow, he could only think about opening a bottle of wine and celebrating their small win. Apparently, James had the same idea because he went straight for the small liquor cabinet Thomas kept it in his office to either rewind or to celebrate. Thomas popped the cork and poured the friend and himself some wine.
“To a job well done,” Thomas said as he raised his glass towards James.
Before either of them could take a sip they were cover in darkness. Their wine glasses fell to the floor and shattered, crimson wine going everywhere.
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Marquis de La Fayette and Hercules Mulligan were spending their day off relaxing in their shared room. It wasn’t really a day off, more like they just don’t have any more work to do for the day, but still, a day off is a day off.
They had been working non stop for the past couple of days just so they could have a few hours to themselves today. They would be with the rest of their friend group but everyone still had work. So now they were playing The Yard of Ale. This was a relatively new game they just started playing as one of the other soldiers had suggested it only days before.
“Alright, Hercules. You go first and I’ll flip the hourglass.” Hercules grabbed the 5 pint bottle and positioned it to his lips. “Ready, set, go!”
Hercules threw his head back and started gulping down the liquid. Ale started running out the sides of his mouth and down his chin. The hourglass was halfway full when Hercules slammed the glass bottle on the table.
“Finished!” He slurred. His movements were sloppy, not having consumed that much liquor in so long. Lafayette laughed as he picked up his bottle, “Guess it’s my turn, aye?”
Hercules stumbles over to the hourglass and flips it, too drunk to count down. Lafayette starts chugging, getting a considerably more amount of ale on his clothes than his friend. He finishes when the sand is three quarters of the way full.
Both were extremely drunk, so they don’t think it’s too weird for their vision to get blurry and dark around the edges. Suddenly, the room was emptied of its two occupants, the drinking game forgotten.
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“Shit,” Aaron Burr mutters as the paper cuts his finger. He was sealing a letter to his Theodosia, telling her how he was doing. The letter was long and took an hour to write because he needed it to be perfect. He knew she wouldn’t judge him for a lousy letter, but his Theodosia can only had the best.
It pained him everyday that he was away at war because he knew there was a chance he wouldn’t make it home. That there was a chance he wouldn’t see his lover. Aaron got up to stamp the letter. It was the last thing he needed to do today so he wanted to get it done quickly so he could relax. But as he was just about to stamp it, he tripped and hit his head on the ground. The world faded to black as he struggled to stay conscious.