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Story time! The gathering. part 1

Hello girls, I'm here with the update! It is always difficult to write at these times because there is so much going on at these gatherings.

Let me start by saying that I arrived at the party 1 hour late. (I met a friend before that) At first I was sad, but then I didn't mind, because when I arrived the atmosphere was already great, everyone was in a good mood and people were drinking and laughing loudly. (there were a lot of us again) Of course, I didn't take off my coat, I was already looking where R could be. Obviously, I couldn't find him standing at the door, so I quickly started to take off my coat and in the meantime I adjusted my hair in the mirror to be perfect. After that comes the main point and why I didn't regret being late. "You're late dear" - said the voice that made my heart beat faster. R was leaning against the wall with a glass of champagne in his hand, watching me straighten my hair (very awkward situation) Girls, I can't even tell you how attractive he was, he was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and black linen pants. (I almost tore it off) his hair was slicked back and a few strands hung forward. 😳

So, after that, I greeted him and quickly went through the people and of course, I caught dad in the living room with a big hug. <3 Then, before I even got to the kitchen, a couple of my father's friends caught me and made me drink two half-glass of vodka. bruh😭😭 Well, here comes the point, when I got to the kitchen, R was also standing there talking to a couple of men, and even though I decided not to be shy, somehow I still couldn't start a conversation, so I just poured myself a champagne... In the meantime, dad asked me to make the fruit salad if I was already late (oops) and UHH R came next to me and asked if he would help me cut them up. Of course, I immediately said yes, so we made the fruit salad together!! This part was so good because we talked a lot and it was a great feeling to make a salad together.

I knew from that that he had been drinking more, that he teases me a lot more and skins my face all the time. Even now, when I was about to put the apples in the bowl, he poked my side, causing half of them to fall to the ground, and then he even laughed. He seriously embarrassed me so much with that. But of course I didn't give up and threw a piece of blueberry in his face and we started fighting like five-year-olds. lol But then I stopped when one of the cold blueberries fell under my top and while I was grumpily trying to fish it out, R just grinned and then came closer to me and said.. (girls, don't die) "Can I help you take it out?" ???????!!!!!!!! EXCUSE ME It was a flirt that I couldn't handle, I was so embarrassed and I think he knew what he was doing because he just laughed and said he was just joking. 😭😭 Sir I'm going to die because of you!

So far it's very cute and I'm started to feel really good, but frankly there's always someone who spoils it all. A woman stole R's attention and they started talking, so I finished the fruit salad alone. :(((

But in the meantime I was also talking to people and R had his back to me, we were behind each other's backs the whole time and that's how I heard what they were talking about. In retrospect, maybe I didn't want to hear it... Because it was burned into my memory that R was asked about a woman, what was going on with her/them. ??? HUH? WHAT You can imagine that I was eating a fruit salad, but my fork stuck in my mouth when I heard this. I kind of guessed that R wasn't waiting for me and was goo and dating other women, but it was still very painful to face it.🤧 *crying* I rather filled another glass of champagne and maybe I shouldn't have done that because I could still feel the alcohol a little. (but idc)

I'll continue in another post soon because it would be very long. SORRY AHH Until then, process the events girls, because I haven't succeeded since then. lol 😫😫😫

ridiculous historical alternative scenario 1

i have seen your scottish alexander hamilton and love him deeply. may i suggest the far less plausible, actually probably impossible scenario my group chat created for the kick of it: french alexander hamilton.

we pulled a bene gesserit and went back in time to careful go through generations of genetic selection and whatnot just to insure that alexander hamilton is born in france.

his mother rachel was a huguenot french, if i'm not mistaken (or at least a descent) and i believe she was born in the west indies, her father being a physician? once again, this isn't for sure and i'll need to find a reliable source on that, but we really do lack a lot of information about her.

why this absolutely implausible scenario, you ask?

solely to imagine a world where thomas jefferson went to france and was absolutely taken by this catty frenchman - and suddenly all the things he hated about hamilton in reality are charming and vogue. he loves hamilton like he loves lafayette. hon hon hon.

and the second implausible scenario: lafayette and hamilton know each other from childhood (they weren't even in the same social sphere but this already makes no sense so shhh) and they come to america to fight together. let's just pretend hamilton is somehow from a very noble french family now. wreaking havoc onto washington's staff and waggling his eyebrows at everyone. we want to see washington squirm, a flip of the power dynamic.

imagine he meets napoleon. is he captured with lafayette? does he become a radical and agree with jefferson? whatever the hell we want, this makes no sense.

so in conclusion, this is a shitty au that has no historical basis nor is cleverly figured out. but we wanted to see alexander acting exactly like the french stereotype, flirting, drinking, dancing, wearing ridiculous clothing, taking washington by the cheek and kissing him. just chaos, to the extreme. i mean, frenchmen seemed to love him so.

this is late retribution for alexander never getting to go to france even when john laurens petitioned for him. sorry ham, you would've taken paris by storm.

it's camp.

Hello little gay people on my computer 👋

Hi yes I'm the dog that bit your ankles so listen real quick-

This is my dumpster blog to my main account which i don't feel like linking rn so let the mystery prevail.

So it will probably mostly consist of me being horny-not-on-main™ and whatever else I feel posting or talking about

Or .....just random brain rot sooo

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