New York, 1801
Hamilton smirks as he approaches Burr. "Hey burr, you're looking mighty gay, why don't you stay with-"
"Kill yourself," he interjects
"Wanna take a ride a ride in my hamo-copter?"
"Steuben would take a ride in my hamo-captor!"
"No, Laurens took a ride on your hamo-captor and now he's dead."
He looks sad and then a creepy smile comes onto Ham's face as he thinks of an idea. "Hey Burr, I have something to show you- it's not my dick I promise."
"Okay," Burr sighs.
He Raises eyebrows suggestively and reaches out hand for Burr to take, "Come with me, m'lady."
Burr reluctantly takes the hand and sighs, "I'm not y'lady."
"Of course, big boy." Hamilton takes the lead, dragging Burr with him, getting looks
Hamilton hears a conversations from the people around him.
"WOW THATS PRETTY GAY DUDE."
Hamilton walks with a purpose, never stopping to turn around. They were going to the shadiest part of town, and Burr begins to dig his feet into the path. Burr whispers, "Try me, bitch."
Hamilton simply raises an eyebrow and grabs Burrs waist and getting very close to his face and says, "DO YOU NOT TRUST ME?"
Burr said with the confidence of guys who had already been to jail, "NO."
Hamilton starts to get upset and gets an even better idea and in a split second raises his hand and knocks Burr unconscious. Burr crumpled in his arms and he dragged him away.