(even though it's not AARON Burr but shush.)

The year was 1776, and 19 year old Nicholas Hamilton had just arrived in New York City. Up ahead near a bar he saw the man whose name he heard at Princeton. "Pardon me- Are you Ryan Burr, sir?" Ryan turned around, sighing. "That depends, who's asking?" Nicholas jumped, looking a little nervous. "Oh sure, sir- I'm Nicholas Hamilton. I heard your name at Princeton- I was seeking an accelerated course of study. But uh... I might have punched the guy that handles the financials-" "You punched the bursar," Ryan cut in, looking slightly amused. Nicholas hesitated, then nodded. "I wanted to graduate in two and join the revolution- he looked at me like I was stupid, I'm NOT stupid. So how'd you graduate so fast?"
This time it was Ryan's turn to hesitate. "It was my parents' dying wish before they passed."

Nicholas went on about how they were both orphans and eventually tiring himself out, to which Ryan asked if he would come to the bar with him. Nicholas nodded, and as they walked, Ryan cleared his throat. "Here's some free advice: Talk less. Smile more. Don't let them," he said, gesturing to a British officer, "know what you're against or what you're for." Nicholas looked confused as they entered the pub and heard the cheering of a woman and two men. The woman stood up on the table, holding a mug of what seemed to be beer but was actually apple cider. "I'm Lyric Laurens in the place to be! Those redcoats don't want it with me cuz I'll pop-chicka-POP these cops til I'm free!"

One of the men stood up, setting his own mug of cider on the table. "Oui oui, mon ami, je'mapelle Lafayette! The Lancelot of the Revolutionary set! Tell the queen casse toi! Who's the best? C'est moi." Nicholas looked confused by the excessive French, considering the man had more of a British accent than a French one. Then another man wearing a bandana around his head stood up. "I am Oliver Mulligan, uppin' it, lovin' it- Yes I heard your mother said 'Come again!' Lock up your daughters and horses- of course, it's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets.."

Lyric laughed. "No more sex, pour me another brew! Let's raise a couple more to the Revolution!" Then she saw Ryan, and a smirk appeared on her face. "Well if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton College! Give us a verse!" To Nicholas' surprise, Ryan went along with it. "You're taking a stand, Laurens. You spit, Imma sit- we'll see where we land." Lafayette and Oliver booed. Lyric raised an eyebrow. "Burr, the revolution's imminent- what do you stall for-"

Then Nicholas stood up, setting his mug on the table and staring Ryan straight in the eye. "If you stand for nothing, Burr, what'll you fall for?"

Lyric, Lafayette, and Oliver crowded around him. "Who's this kid?" asked Lyric. "What's he gonna do?" whispered Lafayette and Oliver. Ryan looked on in confusion, seeming a little surprised that Nicholas Hamilton, a bastard orphan would seem so... so intimidating.