Jamilton and death of a bachelor (panic at the disco)?
The death of a bachelor. Oh, letting the water fall. The death of a bachelor. Oh, seems so fitting for happily ever after. How could I ask for more? A lifetime of laughter at the expense of the death of a bachelor.
Alex spared himself one more glance in the mirror. Dusting some imaginary lint off his shoulder, Alex took a deep breath trying to get a grip. He was getting married tomorrow and no one was more surprised than him.
Alex had always been somewhat of a player.
‘Somewhat’ meaning a menace to society.
He used to sit alone at a table for two waiting to be served. Waiters and waitresses were always fun to pick up and the ‘I can’t believe my date stood me up’ thing always worked. His prowess had even garnered him the nickname Tomcat from various people. This had came to his attention when Martha Washington naming a feral cat Laf had found on the streets after him. Something Alex found to be a strange source of pride.
He wasn’t upset to be leaving that part of his life behind. In fact that side of him had been left long in the dust the moment he and Thomas agreed to be exclusive. The bachelor in him had been laying dormant for almost two year and Alex was only a little ashamed to admit he had always felt it at the back of his mind, waiting to be reawakened. But with this wedding tomorrow Alex knew that the bachelor wasn’t going to be sticking around much longer.
It was a bitter-sweet parting but fitting. The death of a bachelor in exchange for a lifetime of laughter. A fair trade. The bachelor had been dying for a long time anyway. Really he felt like a completely different person than he was before he started dating Thomas. Past Alex would never cry just thinking about being married. Not that he was crying now. Just a little teary eyed and that was mostly because it was allergy season.
“I still can’t believed your getting married,” John’s voice broke through his reflecting, “I happy for you, bro- but what the fuck.” Alex grinned flicking his eyes up to the mirror to see not only John but Lafayette and Hercules as well standing behind him. “But at least we get to have a legendary bachelor party.” He threw his arms around Herc and Laf with a wolfish grin.
“We did plan a killer party.” Hercules shook John off him, “We thought we should give a vikings funeral to Bachelor Alex.” Alex rolled his eyes at his friends.
“Let’s not get too wild tonight,” Alex turned around to face the trio, “Big day tomorrow.”
“Woah, mon ami.” Laf put a hand over his heart, “Alexander Hamilton being a responsible adult. Now this is a wonder I never thought I would have seen.”
Alex didn’t really think he’d ever see it either. He was always happy being a bachelor. Maybe it was true what they say: happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in love.