John's POV

I sit at the bar with a couple of shots in my hand, just watching Alexander Hamilton. I only watch him to admire the way he moves, his facial expressions, his attitude towards others, and other stuff like that. His movements are smooth, carefully calculated only seconds beforehand. You can practically see the cogs turning in his brain. His smile lights up the room and instantly makes the person it's directed to happier.

He looks over and catches me staring. He walks over. My eyes light up and I sit up a little straighter. Alex flashes one of his award winning smiles, his eyes bright with intelligence and interest.

"What's a handsome guy like you doing all alone?", he asks with a smirk. Well, he's drunk.

"I-I'm sorry?", I say, too dumbfounded to form any other words to form any other sentences that could quite possibly make sense. So this is the guy Hercules was talking about. Not a single detail was wrong in his description.

"Way are you here all alone? Surely some ladies would love to dance with you.", he says, still smirking. His hand reaches up to his ponytail and starts to absently play with a small portion of it.

"Heh...yeah...ladies.", I mumble. Alex looks to the side.

"I think I could introduce you to some now, sir. Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

"Laurens. Jo-John Laurens.", I stutter out.

"Alexander Hamilton. Nice to meet you.", he flashes a full smile before grabbing my wrist and pulling me through a crowd. I can't help but blush at the sudden contact. He pulls me to two women, seemingly sisters. I watch Alex interact with them. He's so venerable towards them.

"...and this is John Laurens.", I perk up at the mention of my name. Smile and wave, Johnny. Smile and wave. So I do just that. Smiling an awkward smile and waving.

"Hello. I'm Angelica Schuyler.", the taller woman says, offering her hand. I take it and shake it. Why is she so formal?

"I'm Eliza Schuyler.", the second one chirps. I smile at her less uptight attitude. She still offers me her hand to shake but she actually seems to have some life in her.

"Eliza," Angelica starts. "We have to get home." Eliza nods and waves while being dragged away by her sister.

"So Laurens, one of my new friends, Hercules Mulligan, told me a bit about you. What's with your turtle obsession?", he asks with a smile.

"Uh...I just really like turtles. When was the last time you've seen a turtle kill someone."

"An ancient philosopher died when an eagle dropped a turtle on his head."

"Why do you know that? Anyway, it doesn't count! It wasn't the turtle's direct fault!"

"A Chinese girl died when a three pound, pregnant tortoise fell on her head."

I cross my arms. "That's a tortoise, not a turtle. Where are you pulling these from?"

"Snapping turtles exist."

"That-that's sadly true.", I mumble and admit defeat.

"You're even better than I would've guessed with Herc's description. You're also a lot hotter."

I blush and look down. I listen in on what Alex is saying. He's ordering drinks. Shit, my drink! It's probably warm now anyway. Alex turns to me with a drink in both hands. He holds one out to me. I accept and smile. We clink the glasses together and start drinking. Within ten minutes, we're shit faced drunk. Alex is lying along the bar stools and resting his head in my lap, allowing me to play with his hair.

"You're sexy...", he slurs out of the blue. I blush and giggle.

"Thanks. You are too!", I chirp with a drunk twinge on my voice. Alex sits up and turns to me, placing his hand on the thigh. I take a sharp breath. He leans forward with lidded eyes. Sexy drunk. Definitely.

"Your eyes are really pretty sir.", he manages to giggle out. His hand trails further up.

My heart beats faster. "Yours are even prettier though.", I mumble with a smile. He giggles and leans closer, closing his eyes. I subconsciously lean in after. I close my eyes once our lips finally touch. Alex places his hand on the back of my head, drawing me closer. I smile. He's drunk but so am I so it evens out. I can feel something other than that drunken phase. I can't quite place my finger on it though. I'm sure it's not important. It's not like we'll remember it in the morning anyway.

The Next Morning

Shit. We remember.

Word count: 769

A/N

You're allowed to kick me now...I really tried.

Venerable-accorded a great deal of respect, especially because of age, wisdom, or character