Everything is the same but John Laurens is now Joan Laurens
Okay but imagine how the duel with Lee would go down-
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(Just ignore the fact that women weren’t allowed to fight in the war mkay okay)
Joan was so many levels done with this bullshit. In fact, there were such a multitude of levels that it had become a video game trilogy, though sequels were still in the making. Alexander had tried to talk her out of it at first, he really had. That’s what she decided to act like he did at least. It was more of saying one thing and meaning another. She couldn’t help but smile slightly as she thought back to what he had said. “And while I understand that our frustration is shared in Lee’s ignorant behavior, I would rather you only duel if you find no reasons not to.” He knew how she felt about Lee, so finding a reason not to duel him would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.
She stormed across the muddy ground of the camp, defiant curls tied up in a loose ponytail and forest like eyes filled with an umbrage that seemed like it would be around for awhile. Alexander trailed close behind her, bewildered on how someone so small could hold so much frustration and anger. “Charles Lee, get your shit talking, no respect having, general wannabe, dumb ass out here!” She snapped, standing in front of the tent she believed belonged to the man. Her foot tapped against the ground, impatiently waiting for him to exit as she let out a soft huff. Once the ‘general’ stood before her, she stood a bit straighter, brows furrowed and eyes still holding that rage that she couldn’t let go of.
Lee looked down at Joan in amusement, and already she had a feeling that he wouldn’t even think twice about taking her seriously, but that wasn’t about to stop her. “Can I help you, Laurens?” He questioned, arms crossed over his chest. “Yes, actually. You could help me a lot by keeping your damn mouth shut. Washington has-” “Washington has done nothing but constantly change orders in the middle of battle. He’s indecisive no matter what the situation is.” If one could ever be killed by a mere look, Charles Lee would have gone beyond the definition of dead from the one that Laurens held on her face. “That’s it- I tried to be as nice as I could be about this, really, I did, but I can’t handle the overwhelming dumbassery that is you and your thought process. I challenge you to a duel, right here, right now.” Laurens stated, reaching her hand out to Hamilton, who she knew already grabbed his pistol for her while she was storming over like an ominous rain cloud.
Lee scoffed before bursting into a small fit of laughter, a few of his colleagues joining in as well. “Laurens, I’m not dueling with some temperamental woman who clearly has no clue how to keep her mouth shut and wasn’t taught that it isn’t lady like to swear. I’m guessing you’re only here because you’re such a prime example of what happens when you let a woman exercise her freedoms too much.” He stated, a small chorus of ‘Ooooh’s filling the air. Laurens held up her hand, already knowing Hamilton was ready to say something, anything, honestly a million things to Lee. She merely handed him the pistol and her coat, cracking her knuckles. “Then fight me. You don’t have to duel with me, but just prove you’re not all talk. I’ll be satisfied.” She stated, not budging an inch even as she only earned more laughter. “Fight you? And what’s a tiny little thing like you going to do? Kick my shins?” Lee questioned, a look of guile clear on his face. Anyone who knew Laurens knew that she almost did a complete 180 when she was put into a nettled mood, especially when it was done by someone as disagreeable as Lee. She went from talking about home to talking about how some assholes gonna wish he was in hell once she gets done with him.
Hamilton placed a hand on Laurens’ shoulder, as if trying to silently tell her 'This may not be a good idea’ to which she verbally responded, “What? You don’t think I can do it?” He retracted his hand quickly, shaking his head like a child denying that they stole a cookie. “I never said that.” “You didn’t have to. Look, my goal isn’t to win, it’s to hold Lee to his words. Though winning shouldn’t be that hard if all he seems to know how to do is retreat.” She asseverated, making sure that Lee heard her loud and clear. The man was clearly offended, walking closer and looking down at her, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. “Fine. I’ll entertain this little conflict of yours.” He grumbled, removing his coat and holding it out for a friend to take. Once the navy blue fabric was secured, he looked at Laurens expectantly, causing her to do the same.
“Who’s gonna throw the first punch? What, do women slap each other first or som-” Lee was cut off as Laurens punched him straight in the gut, causing him to keel over. Before even thinking give him time to recover, she grabbed his shoulders and forcibly slammed his head on to her knee before tossing him to the ground. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him up before punching him in the face a few times, slightly encouraged by the few cheers of the slowly growing crowd. Laurens gave Lee time to get up, watching as he wiped the mud off his face and the blood from his nose. Right as he gaining his balance, she wound up her fist before punching him right in the crotch, watching Lee crumple to the ground as the small crowd cheered and laughed. “When women fight, we don’t slap. We kick ass” She stated, turning back to Alexander with a smile. “We have better things to do than watch him cry, let’s go.” She stated casually, beginning to walk away as she put her coat back on.
“You’re adorable when you’re angry, you know.” Alexander teased, causing Joan to blush softly and scoff, shaking her head as she pushed a few curls from her face. “Please, more like adorabloodthirsty.”