A faint pain jabbed Alexander's back as his girlfriend kicked him out into the hallway. Literally kicked him.

If this was what breakups are supposed to be like, then Alexander isn't sure how everybody else in the world could even begin to deal with it. He himself feels like he's about to explode with millions of emotions, all toppled on top of each other. Some anger, others heartbreak, an yet, he doesn't say a word. What was there to say when each word could possibly make things worse? Not that things could get worse, but Alex wasn't willing to risk the impossible.

A man like him was known for his big mouth. Always saying the wrong thing and never thinking. Always wanting to say something.

This whole thing was just… unnatural for him. For once he was quiet. If only his co-workers could see him right now, at least five of them would lose a bet.

Alex keeps his mouth shut as he stumbled outside the apartment.

Okay, 'stumbled' was an understatement. Alex was thrown against the wall by Eliza in a fit of pure and uncontrollable rage. It was fascinating how strong a woman can be while angry. If under certain circumstances, Eliza may be able to single-handedly defeat an entire army.

Alexander turned around, and away from the pink floral hallway of the apartment building (which looked absolutely hideous, in his opinion), and deadpanned his girlfriend.

"Eliza, please, let me explain myself. I-" the orphan took a large step forward.

"I don't give a shit, Alex! You've proven to be just like every other guy I've been with, and quite frankly, I'm sick of it. If you'd rather be with a more sexy and stupid woman, fine by me. Just don't even think to take another breath near me, Hamilton!"

And just like that, the door was slammed shut.

The now single man was internally thankful his ponytail didn't get caught in the door when Eliza closed it. He eventually, however, realized his luck wasn't completely agreeable when Alex noticed his sweater's drawstring. It was choking him. He was trapped by the string being caught so close between his head and the door, and by the looks of it, Eliza didn't seem to even notice, nor care.

"E-Eliza, please open the door-" Alexander couldn't even finish his sentence. He was shoved down onto the apartment hallway.

''Has Eliza been going to the gym?'.

The wind was kicked from his lungs when he made contact with the ground, and a pathetic choking noise passed by his lips. He sat down for several long seconds before he recovered enough to face his girlfriend. Alex, being the smart man he was, already knew what sight lay before him.

He looked up, and was met with a beet-red Eliza, countless tears streaming down her cheeks, and what appeared to be a snarl of disappointment. She looked down at him as if he just murdered her entire family.

"Don't come back here, don't call me, don't even look at me. I hope that you fucking burn, Alex. " Alex's now ex-girlfriend sobbed and screamed at the same time. Her eyes were filed to the brim with heartbreak that Alex could only respond by cringing with shame. He had really done it this time.

Today was off to a good start.

The door was, for the second time, once again slammed, and a few of Eliza's neighbours even poked their heads out outside to witness the drama.

It has only been a month since Alexander moved in with Eliza. Her sister, Angelica, hooked them up at their office's New Years party. She was a single, pretty, nice, and Alex was just looking for any human that could stand him.

Alexander didn't need even god himself to warn him he was now in deep shit. Both with Eliza, and her overprotective sister. As nice as she seems, Angelica can be more scary than any horror movie villain one could imagine. Alexander had heard stories around the office of the last guy that broke Eliza's heart, some young, whiny (and unfortunate) man named Charles Lee, who formerly worked with him. Apparently, Angelica hunted the poor guy down and was so close to beating the absolute crap out of him. She probably would, if he had only hurt her sister a little more. Lee never appeared in office since, but that was understandable if Angelica worked in the front desk. Every day would be hell.

'Fuck. That's gonna be me. Angelica's going to beat the shit out of me. Fuckity fucker fuckington.'

Alexander groaned. Still on the hallway floor and no belongings other than his phone and wallet, he could only sit and think. No way in hell he was about to knock in the door asking for at least some of his clothing. Eliza was far too scary.

Nope. He'd rather run around the streets of New York naked if it meant not facing her. She was too scary.

Yes. Too scary. Alexander was a real man.

This 'man' had no idea what to do, and if Alexander was being honest with himself, he could care less. His own tears threatened to fall, but Alex wouldn't allow it. Keeping the last bit of pride he has left and hoping for the best was his only plan. He would much rather mouth off at anything and everything that moves, but he was at a loss for words. It was weird.

Never in his life had he been in this situation, but he would by lying if the didn't see this coming. Eliza was beautiful and kind in every way, but unfortunately, Alexander was an asshole. She didn't deserve him, and Alex knew it.

Though, for a few weeks, it looked like something was actually happening between them. If the past events never happened, they should have had a future. Should have. Could have.

That thought stilled him for a moment.

A future with Eliza. It was within arms reach only… two days ago. Before all that confusing shit happened.

Now what? He had only read about this sort of situation in those crappy romance-novels Hercules makes him read. Who would have thought paying more attention would be useful?

What did those cheesy protagonists do again?

'Go to the bar.' A small voice whispered in his head.

No. That didn't sound right. They would gallop up to their lover on a beach, preferably during the sunset for dramatic effect. Don't forget the fact that these fictional lottery-winners were always on horseback, and showered their lovers with roses and kisses and begs for forgiveness.

But the bar was a better option.

Yeah. The bar. That was a good idea. Drink this off like an adult. A sad, sad adult.

'Nope. Not sad. I am not upset over this. I'll forget about her in the morning and go to work and write something amazing and piss off Jefferson and-'

"Are you okay sir?"

A small voice interrupted Alexander from his totally not depressing thoughts. He looked around the hideous hallway (seriously, who designed it? It's 2017!) and his eyes locked with another's. A tan woman with fun dark hair and eyes. She wore a red apron with a familiar coffee cup logo, but Alexander couldn't exactly recall where he's seen it before. She looked at him from across the hallway peeking out from her door, and by the looks of it, she had witnessed everything.

"You're still sitting on the floor, here, let me help." She held out her hand expecting Alex to take it, and when he didn't, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him up anyways. Unexpected, but okay. When Alex was on his feet again, the woman's eyes widened.

"Hamilton? Alexander Hamilton? My name's Theodosia, Burr's wife. I'm sure you've encountered him at your workplace. He rambles on about you constantly!" She shook his hand all too fast after releasing his wrist.

Oh, Theodosia. Alex recognized her from the pictures Burr showed him at the New Years party.

The man was always bragging about her, but not in an annoying way, In a 'loving' way. Alex thought the relationship was cute, and he supported it. He even noticed a picture frame in Burr's office of Theodosia, with a pink heart circling her face and cutting off half of Burr's own. However- this was the first time Alex has ever met Burr's wife.

And here we was. Just got up after sitting on the floor, outside of his and Eliza's apartment and I'm the verge of crying his eyes out.

'She lives here?'

"T-thank you, Theodosia. I've been wanting to meet you for awhile now, but not like this." Alex brushes off his pant leg to emphasize his point.

She gave him a small understanding smile, but kept her happy attitude nonetheless. This was awkward.

"What's the situation with your girl over there?" Theodosia asked. Alex looked down at the floor. After realizing he must look like a child who was just caught with his hand in a cookie jar (his height didn't help him out), he looked back up to see the concerned woman. What was there to lose?

"It's-uh- aha, it's a bit of story. I don't- it's- it's just a shitstorm, really, just a big shitstorm. I don't really want to waste your time, but I appreciate the concern."

'Why am I even talking to her? Why is she even talking to me?'

Theodosia shot him a sympathetic look, but nodded in understanding.

"Of course dear. Breakups can be difficult. I'm sure there's other woman out there that can treat you better anyways."

Alex gave her a friendly nod any began to walk off. The bar down the street was calling his name, after all. Only, he didn't get far. Theodosia grabbed his wrist again and turned him over to face her.

"If you ever want to talk about it, and I mean ever, I run the cafe across the road. Okay?" Alex nodded. She seemed satisfied with that response, and released him from her powerful grip before turning and heading back inside her apartment.

What just happened?

Probably nothing.

'Weird lady.'

"Alexanderrr! What're you doin' here in the mightiest, most bestest castle in the city? Are you… OH MY GOD! Alex, are you the kiing?" John's speech was already slurred.

"You have got to be kidding me. How long have you been here?" Alexander grumbled as he raced to his friend from across the bar. The loud cackling that came from his friend a second later startled Alex for a moment.

"Ahaha! I'm just messing with you. I literally got here two minutes ago. God, you're gullible".

"John! Thank god, I didn't want to have to call you a cab. Can I sit down? I have some stuff I need to tell you." John scooted over in his booth and allowed Alex some more room.

The bar was called 'Royal Shot', and for a small little stop on the side of the street, it was pretty nice. Some may argue it was one if the nicest bars in New York.

It was castle themed, with brick walls, red carpeted floor (which seemed pretty weird for a bar, but nobody questioned it), and a massive wooden door at the entrance. Smooth jazz was played from the speakers, and a soft yellow glow was emitted from the ceiling lights. Alex showed up at the bar briefly, trying to avoid it as much as possible. He drank more coffee than beer. John, on the other hand, had an unhealthy attachment to the building. Alex was 99% sure he lived here, but he never bothered to ask (he and Lafayette had whole bet going on about it).

"How are things going with you and Eliza?" John made a suggestive face while wiggling his eyebrows up and down at an unforgiving rate. Alex wanted to laugh at his friend, but the action only made a foul tang race across his spine.

Like always, John caught his distress, and let out a small sigh.

"What happened?"

"Seriously, John. When are you going to quit your job in the office and work as a therapist?".

"Come on, man. You can tell me." John scooted a little closer in the shared booth.

"Me and Eliza just broke up. She kicked me out of my room literally 30 minutes ago."

"She what!? Hold on. Seabury! We need two beers over here!" John screeched over to the skinny nearby waiter, who jumped in response to the sudden noise. "Right away!"

"You know the names of the workers?" Alex questioned.

"Don't worry about that. Tell me about Eliza! What happened?"

Alex looked at his friend for a few seconds, before letting out a long breath.

"It's a long story, John."

"I've got time."

'Of course you do.'

"I don't want to waste your time, though".

"Alex, listening to your problems is the exact opposite of wasting, this argument is wasting. Besides, I promise you'll feel better." John grabbled Alex's shoulder.

Alex felt like such a child, like he just got bullied by some punks on a playground, and every person he spoke to is suddenly his mom explaining to him the everything will be fine. He was sick of it.

Alex wanted to be mad at his friend for forcing the story, but he knew it was best to just let it go. What did he have he hide anyways? His pride? John had seen him cry before. Not that he was planning on crying, of course. Not here in the middle of a weird-ass castle themed bar.

Besides, the story would catch on like wildfire when he went into the office tomorrow. Eliza worked in the same department, and her sister Angelica would be sure to punish Alex in every was she could.

'Shit. It's Sunday. I have work tomorrow. How the hell did I forget? How could I forget?'

"Alexander?"

"Oh, sorry John, I was just thinking…"

Another pause. This time with John leaning in closer so he could hear him better. Now he was too close, almost threatening.

"Spill the news, I need to know."

"She's convinced I cheated on her with Reynold's wife, Mariah. I was caught alone with her last week when she said she needed help with her paperwork. I mean- she made the first move, and I just sorta backed away into a wall and, well, it didn't look too innocent when her husband came barging in- and, well-"

Alex wasn't about to explain the full story out in public in the small bar. It was really, really, really complicated, after all.

The hand gestures Alex was making didn't really help explain the awkward situation either. It looked like Alex's hands were having sex. John seemed to understand. At least, he pretended to. Alex was horrible of explaining these sorts of activities.

"Alexander, did you try explaining all this to Eliza?"

"She didn't believe me. She's crazy John, even worse than her sister, who is a complete nutcase. I'm over her anyways."

Before John could respond, the tall waiter galloped over to their small booth holding two large beers on the verge of overflowing they were in wooden mugs that didn't look too clean, but John explained on a previous visit to Alex that it was just another part of the whole 'theme' going on. Beside the beers, a couple of coupons for free refills.

"Complements of the owner, King George the Third." the waiter Alex now recognized as Samuel Seabury announced. He placed the drinks down with practiced profession and handed each of the men two coupons. "He thought you two would be needing of them." The waiter winked.

"He's giving us free drinks?"

"Of course. King George is kind to all his peasants! What kind of king would he be if he didn't try to attract more and more customers anyways?" Seabury gestured over to Alexander, who looked over to his friend hoping he would know what to say. He certainly didn't. What was there to say? He was just called a peasant.

"Tell him we said thanks, then." Was all he could spit out.

What owner referred to themselves as a king? And their own customers as peasants? He guessed it had something to do with the whole kingdom theme this guy had going in, but it was still irritating.

Then it got…worse. Alexander hasn't even seen the guy yet, but it became rather apparent when he strolled in from the back.

The owner, or as he liked to call himself, 'King George', practically danced into his castle. His outfit was outrageous, wearing a crown that was probably stolen from a Burger King kid's meal. He wore all red and a cheap looking cape with glued on wool. And- oh god- Alex was pretty sure his white curled hair was real.

"Ah, here he is now! I must be going!" Seabury danced off. Alex decided it would be best not question anything that just happened.

"Alex, Don't think you're not going to explain the full story to me." John took a large sip. "Relax John, I'll tell you everything later. I'm at a bar, and I'm pretty keen on having a few drinks right about now."

"Fine. You promise?" He handed Alex his beer.

"Promise."

Four hours, nine beers, and seven rounds of shots later, Alex was 100% convinced he traveled back in time. Why else would be in an actual castle? The only problem was, he didn't know how to get back. He had work tomorrow, and John didn't seem to even be helping at all.

"Dammit Alex, this is the last time I'm asking. Where do you live so I can drop you off?"

"My house couldn't have been built yet! Haven't you ever opened a history book before? We're in a cassstle John! Besides, I got kicked out of my apartment anyways."

Silence. Painful silence. Holy shit, Alex was drunk…

"C'mon Alex, you can crash at my place. Get your stuff."