A/N: Welcome back! I hope you liked the last chapter, I'd love you to review, I love reading them. Love ya, dolls. Also, YOU GUYS ARE GONNA HAAAAATE ME AFTER THIS CHAPTER! ALSO, IMPORTANT: GEORGIE IS KING GEORGE, IF I SAY GEORGE, ITS THE PREZ
SteamPunk Wilson: Every freaking time I read these characters playing truth or dare I end up semi dying in laughter. Good job with this! And I like all the shipping that's going on too. But if George is still king then is Washington still President/General? And are they all the same age or so?
Reply: Sorry for the confusion! They are around the same age, George is King and the other George is President! Hope that clears it up!
James averted his attention away from Lafayette and Hercules who just scattered past him, and over to Thomas, who was discussing something apparently very important with King George, in their drunk minds anyway. Samuel Seabury slouched unceremoniously behind the King, sighing and yawning. James grabbed two glasses of wine and waltzing over to Thomas and George III.
"Havin' a rough time?" Madison asked Seabury, his slight Southern accent shining through. He held out the wine, cheeks flushed red from his previous glasses of wine and bottles of beer.
Samuel looked up from his hands and towards James. He took the glass of wine, smiling graciously. "Yeah, and thanks."
"Would you like to chat with me over there?" Madison pointed over to the other side of the room, where the lights were lower and the music was louder. Laurens had his hands tangled with Alex's. They were dancing. Oh, how James wanted that with Thomas. They did flirt, he thinks. It's all a little blurry.
Samuel smiles, "Yes, I'd like that," he stood up, sipping his red wine and following Madison to the other side of the room.
King George exclaimed, "YOU'RE WRONG, YOU BLOODY, COFFEE DRINKING BASTARD!"
"I DRINK TEA AND EAT MAC AND CHEESE THANK YOU VERY M-" Thomas shouted, stopping when he heard James' unmissable drunk laughter.
"Where's Sammy?" Georgie said sadly, looking around.
Thomas picked at his ripped jeans, taking off his glasses and placing them in his top left pocket, the black rim of them covering the black bird on his white t-shirt. "Over there," Thomas gestured vaguely in James' direction, unable to see properly without glasses or contacts.
James giggled, sipping his wine. Samuel joked, " and then! The king asked me! Me!" Madison laughed loudly, smiling widely. Seabury gazed into his eyes, questioning. James looked curious.
Lips.
Samuel was kissing James. Madison was so taken aback, the wine glass fell from his hand, shattering on the hardwood floors, sending wine cascading along the ground. Everyone's heads turned, hearing the glass fall to the ground. Georgie's eyes widened, and he left the room. Jefferson couldn't stop looking. He didn't know why. He and James weren't an item, there was nothing wrong with this?! But he was frozen, still. His gaze refused to break away. Seabury was making out with him. And James was kissing back.
James was kissing back...