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"BARKEEPA! ANOTHER RRROOOUUUNNDDD!!"
If you were to say Hercules Mulligan was drunk, that would be an understatement. He had the most glasses between everyone in the bar right now. He leaned his head on the table, his lungs letting out a sigh louder than he intended.
"Muligan, please" Aaron Burr pinched his fingers between the bridge of his nose. "Don't you think you've had enough?"
"Fuck you, Mr. Talk-less-smile-more" Mulligan slurred, raising his pointer finger in the air. His head was still on the table.
Marquis de Lafayette, who was sitting with his feet on the table, spit his drink out and bursted into a loud laughter. His whiskey was spilt all over his cache pants, but Lafayette was a tad bit too tipsy to care.
"LAF!" John Laurens yelled, banging the table with his fist. "You look like you just shit your pants!"
"Really?" Alexander Hamilton asked. "I thought that was Burr, because he's the one who's full of shit"
Everyone (except Burr) filled the room with a laughter that all sounded like one voice, like a church choir that had been practicing a hymn for months on end. This moment would be one of the last they might have together before the end of the Revolutionary War, before Hamilton and Lafayette would leave with General George Washington for The Battle of Yorktown.
The boys were just enjoying their night together while they can. Not just as soldiers, but as drinking buddies.
"I'm so done with all of you" Burr mumbled under his breath.
"Like how we're done with King George and the British" Hamilton commented, raising his finger in the area and taking a shot.
"The British? EWWW!" Laurens gibed. He stuck his tounge out for emphasis.
"Don't worry, Laurens my friend" Lafayette pat Laurens on the back. "Soon this will all be over, and when it is, I shall go back to my home country of France and tell my King to kiss my ass!"
Everyone started cheering for Lafayette. They raised their glasses in the air for him. Even Burr raised his glass, which is a shocker for someone like him.
"I know you will, Laf" Mulligan nodded, lifting his head up from the table. "You were always a leader, just like Hamilton here. Speaking of, whatchu gonna do after the war is over?"
"Well..." Hamilton started. "I'm gonna finish up my law studies"
"So am I" Burr interjected. "It was unfortunate the war caused us to postpone our work, but these things happen, and the end of our fighting is nearing"
"I've always wished for a war, Burr... I was able to fight for this country..." Hamilton looked up at the ceiling, a hint of pride in his dark brown eyes. "And so did we, and we're all lucky to be standing right here, having a drink together"
"For once, I agree" Burr joked, which earned him a friendly bump in the arm from Laurens.
A barkeeper came to the table with refills for everyone's drinks. She poured the alcohol into the glasses, which temporarily disrupted the bedlam that the friend group was causing in the bar. When she left, Lafayette stood on his chair, one foot on the table, in his whiskey-stained caches, glass raised to the sky; raised to whatever God was up above.
"To the revolution!"
"To the revolution!" The boys chanted, raising their own glasses for a cheers.
"LET'S HAVE A SHOT!" Mulligan screamed.
"I don't think so..." Burr sat down, placing his glass on the table.
"Burr, come on, man. Can't you have a little fun?" Hamilton encouraged. "This might be our last night together, you don't know that. You gotta enjoy it while it lasts..."
"He has a point, you party pooper" Laurens jabbed. "Have a shot with us, Burr!"
Burr sighed. He didn't plan on becoming drunk and waking up the next morning with a hangover. Unfortunately, Hamilton had a point. Someone could die tomorrow, and it wouldn't be the same without them. And maybe, just maybe, he would miss these moments, being the father friend of his four children.
"Alright... Let's have a shot"
"That's the spirit, Burr!" Lafayette gave him a hard pat on the back, stepping down from the table and the chair. "Everyone ready?!"
"1, 2, 3!"
At the exact millisecond, they all gulped down a shot, slamming the little glasses on the table and letting out a sigh. Burr was the only one at the table who was somewhat sober, since this was merely the third round he's had. Meanwhile, Hamilton, Laurens, Mulligan and Lafayette were on double of that.
"Oh MAN. I'm. So. WASSSTTTEEEDDDD!" Laurens drawled, leaning his head back in the chair.
Burr chuckled. "Thank you, Captain Obvious"
"Captain Obvious!" Lafayette guffawed, finding the jab quite hilarious in his drunk state-of-mind.
"WEEEEE WOOOO!" Hamilton imitated, his voice ringing across the room.
A couple of the barkeepers were watching from the background. They found it amusing how the boys were acting while drunk. Like a bunch of little boys hiding away from their parents and laughing amongst themselves.
"Alright, geniuses, settle down. We're drawing unecessary attention from a crowd" Burr suggested, patting Alexander's shouldler to calm him down.
"How about YOU stop ruining our FUN, BURR!" Mulligan clapped back.
"Alright" Burr got up from his seat. "Then I'm leaving"
"Burr-" Hamilton tried to stop him.
He paused and turned around, quirking an eyebrow and waiting for a follow-up response.
"See you on the other side of the war..."
He nodded. "See you on the other side of the war" He echoed.
He left his glass sitting on the table as he left the bar, only leaving the four men left. The four drunk (borderline wasted) grown men who were acting like a group of children. Hamilton watched Burr leave until he was no longer in sight. Why did he have to be so reserved? Prevent himself from having a good time? He'll never understand that man...
"I MAY NOT LIVE TO SEE OUR GLORY!" Laurens sung off-key.
"I MAY NOT LIVE TO SEE OUR GLORY!" Everyone else sung back, also off-key.
"BUT I WILL GLADLY JOIN THE FIGHT!"
"BUT I WILL GLADLY JOIN THE FIGHT!" Hamilton's voice stuck out like a sore thumb from how loud he repeated.
"AND WHEN OUR CHILDREN TELL OUR STORY, THEY'LL TELL THE STORY OF TONIGHT!!"
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Little did the men know... That night was the last night they would ever spend together. Laurens died in South Carolina after being shot by a gun wound from the British. The war was already over, and he would never achieve his dream of freeing slaves.
Hamilton, Lafayette and Mulligan had a drink together before Lafayette left for France. It felt empty. It wasn't the same with Laurens... Their drinking buddy... Gone.
But he'll always be there... In spirit...