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(John's POV)

I groan as the morning light blinds me in my hungover state, headache pounding at my temples as I shuffle up the bed; leaning against the wooden headboard. I press my hot forehead against the cool of the wood, hoping to relieve the burning pain. I squeeze my eyes shut, hands curling into the stained sheets and my curly hair irritating my neck and shoulders.

Taking in the morning air, thoughts of the night before spin through my head- yells of 'revolution' and my dear friend Lafayette's drunken French slurs of 'anarchy'.

I can only hope that our calls into the night of change were worth it.

Removing my slightly less burning head from the cold wood, I bury my head into my hands, wiping away the remnants of my sleep. No doubt Lafayette is going to want to squeal and groan about the night before, that Frenchman hardly ever gets a hangover. I lift my head from my hands, trying not to tumble out of the soft sheets as I not so gracefully stumble over to the mirror.

I glare at my reflection, I've had better days that's for sure. I find my hand's pushing my long curly hair away from my face, tucking the strands behind my ears. My eyes travel to the red ribbon discarded on the floor, I pick it up with a ginger hand. I pull my hair back, wrapping the ribbon around to keep it secure- my mouth becomes dry at the sight of a red and purple bruise on my neck, my tan skin is somewhat littered with bite marks and sweltering bruises.

"What the hell..." I mumble to myself, pulling the hem of my shirt down to reveal more marks. My finger idly traces one of the bite marks, memories of wide brown eyes and a glimmering smirk flashing into my thoughts.

I swallow harshly. That boy. The one with the smart mouth and short temper. My heart flutters then proceeds to drop in my chest.

My door slams open, the golden knob hitting into the white wall. Pulling my shirt up non-discreetly, I spin around on my heels, blinking cluelessly at Lafayette.

"Your father let me up." He smiles at me, stepping into the room and closing the door less harshly. I almost scoff at how perfect Lafayette looks, always dressed like he's about to go to a ball.

"For once I wish he hadn't." I mutter, crossing my freckled arms over my chest. Lafayette's eyes travel over me, stopping at the mark on my neck. His mouth stretches into a smug grin.

"I see that our new friend- Alexander, was it?- has taken interest in you." Lafayette walks towards me, shoulders pulled back in confidence as he pushes my curls away and lays a hand gently on my shoulder. With a grunt I slap his hand away, feeling a blush rise on my face. "Hmm." He narrows his eyes for a moment before stepping back.

"Well, get dressed, John. We have places to be, people to see." Lafayette claps his hands together.

"Like who?" I roll my eyes, picking up my blue jacket from the floor.

"General Washington." Lafayette's eyes shine. "Then maybe we'll go see Alexander and Hercules, yes?" He teases.

"Oh, shut it." I chuckle.

"In a better mood?" He raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

"My hangover's going away." I shrug, picking up my cravat and pants.

"The French tend to help with that." Lafayette winks. He turns and leaves the room, giggling a small 'hurry now, we don't want to keep Alexander waiting' as the door shuts behind him.

- Written by Celestite -

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Thank you so much, Parker! Great descriptions of his hangover. Love the Lams. 👌

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