Alexander: I ain’t talking.

Jefferson: *sharpening a knife* We got ways of making people talk.

Jefferson: *cutting a piece of cake for Madison and Burr*

Alexander: …Can I have a piece?

Jefferson: Cake is for talkers.

  • Laurens: In fact, you just lost “Jacky” privileges. From now on, you can call me “John” or “hey, you”.
  • Alexander: Come on, Jacky.
  • Laurens: [ignores Alex]
  • Alexander: Come on, hey, you.
  • James: Why are you being so nice to Alex?
  • Thomas: Because I’m a good person, and I’m polite and nice to everyone.
  • James: ...
  • Thomas: ...
  • James: You’re in love with him, aren’t you?
  • Thomas: Yeah, ok, I’m in love with him.

Washington: I’m going to go talk with Jefferson. Alexander, why don’t you explain to Lafayette what a fax machine is.

Alexander: Okay, imagine a letter had unprotected sex with a phone.

Hamilton College AU Part 35

Jefferson called Madison, irritated that he couldn’t just drive over and see him.

“Hey,” Madison answered. “Are you coming over?”

“I need a ride,” Jefferson reminded him.

“Oh, right.” Madison paused fighting down the unpleasant sensation at the reminder of the attack and Jefferson’s drinking. “My parents aren’t home. Ambrose had a piano recital and Nelly has dance later. Um…”

“I’ll call my sisters,” Jefferson said. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Text me when you know. See you later.” Madison hung up and closed his eyes. They hadn’t talked about what landed Jefferson in the hospital or what he might have done. He didn’t want Jefferson to get himself in trouble because of him; didn’t want Jefferson to lose his path in life over his sickly, weak boyfriend.

Jefferson called Jane first but she had too much to catch up on to drive him around. Mary went to college too far away to bother asking. He called Marty J next.

“Maybe you should just stay put,” scolded Marty J. She was only seventeen but didn’t hesitate to put him in his place. “I’m not going to be your taxi service because you’re too dumb to know not to drink and drive.”

“It’s not my fault,” Jefferson grumbled.

“Oh, pray tell who drank the alcohol and drove then?” she said, quoting a similar line their mom had given him.

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