Best Wingman

                                    

                                          
Y/n's P.O.V. 
After that lovely dance with Alexander, I decide to grab a drink, I'm parched. Shit, I'm becoming one of them... I always thought slow dancing would be easy but I was... WAY wrong, dude. It's so tiring! But hey, I'm a natural dancer, I gottis. There we go, now that sounds like me. 
                          
With a soft smile coming to my pink lips, I slowly pour some water into a glass. I examine the drink before taking a long, exaggerated sip. I then feel a tap on my shoulder. I slowly place the glass cup down, making sure it doesn't crack. I turn to find myself looking at a bulky, light-skinned man. 
                          
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" He asks politely, one hand held behind his back and another held out to shake mine. 
                          
I shake my head and slowly put my hand in his, shaking it slowly, "Of course not, sir. I'm Y/n Washington. You are...?" I know who he is, by the way. 
                          
He slowly slips his hand out of mine, "Good to meet you, Ms. Washington. I am Hercules Mulligan-" 
                          
"I need no introduction, when you knock me down, I get dafuck back up again," I slap my hand over my mouth, my face burning like lava. He stared at me dumbfounded. 
                          
"W-what now?" He chuckles nervously, sweat forming on his forehead. 
                          
I shake my head quickly, "I am so sorry, that was just a sudden reflex, I didn't mean to curse or-" 
                          
"No it's fine, I guess you had too much alcohol to drink?" He leans against the table and smiles brightly. Holy sheet, he's such a cinnamon roll... Help... 
                          
"Er... Yeah!" I avoid his eyes, bringing the glass of water to my lips.
                          
"You know Laurens and Hamilton are really into you," He points in the direction Laurens and Hamilton, glaring at each other and a tall, handsome, French baguette trying to break the tension. Let's just say it's not working. Poor Lafayette. I almost feel bad. Almost. 
                          
"That so?" I giggle quietly at their adorableness. 
                          
"Yes, ma'am!" He winks at me, "You should go over there and maybe start a conversation with 'im." I feel like someone filled a bucket of lava and poured it over my face yet again. 
                          
I wave it off, "Oh I couldn't do that! I'm not the best at flirting... Heh..." Shit, I'm such a terrible lair! 
                          
"Really?" He rolls his eyes sarcastically, "Don't play around, Ms. Washington. They're head over heels for you, you have to have said something to the two, no?" 
                          
"You're right..." I sigh, my eyes glued to the two. 
                          
"Good then, go on!" He encourages. I place my cup down and hesitate to take a step. He groans and intertwines his hand in mind, pulling me over to the three. "You're better than this!" He calls back to me with a large toothy grin. 
                          
I feel my stomach dance with the butterflies. When the three spot us approaching, they quickly straighten their posture and smile at one another. When we stop, Alexander smirks seductively at me and Laurens smiles brightly like the turtle he is. My eyes dart back and forth between the two, more worries drowning me. 
                          
I'm already stressed because I've somehow traveled two hundred years into the past, now I have to deal with this!?
                          
Damn, this would make for a great book, no? 
                          
Like, this can't be real.  
                          
Like, I have to be dreaming! Except I'm pretty sure you can't feel someone's arms wrap around your waist in your dream. 
                          
I smile up at Lafayette. I then proceed to curtsy, "Y/n Washington at your service, sir." I then stand up straight, my e/c meeting his kind brown ones. 
                          
He takes my hand in his, gently kissing my knuckles, "Marquis De Lafayette, ma'am. It's good to meet you." I slowly slip my hand out of his, allowing it to fall by my side. 
                          
"Likewise," I nod. 
                          
"Y/n, care to join me on me a walk outside the ballroom through the gardens?" Alexander and John suddenly ask in unison, Lafayette, Hercules and I staring at them dumbfounded. The two turn to each other and glare. 
                          
"Um... All three of us? Sure!" I clear my throat, grabbing their attention. 
                          
"Y/N!" Someone yells from behind me. I slowly turn. I am greeted by a light-skinned woman, wearing a baby blue dress. And you know damn well I know who she is! 
                          
"Eliza?" I cock my head to the side in confusion. 
                          
She embraces me in a tight hug, "I've been looking everywhere for you!" I hesitate but eventually wrap my arms around her. I'm guessing Y/n from this time was friends with Eliza? This is bad... 
                          
"I was talking with others, sorry about that," I break the hug, rubbing my neck awkwardly. 
                          
She raises a brow, "Talking to people? That's not like you, Y/n, you're usually so shy?" 
                          
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. 
                          
"Well, I'm a new woman, Eliza. Ah, I want you to meet my friends, Marquis De Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens, and Alexander Hamilton," I slowly step out of the way for her to see the boys, pointing at each one as I introduce their names. 
                          
She curtsies politely, "Eliza Schuyler." 
                          
"Good to meet you," Alexander takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. Her face reddens furiously and she quickly jumps behind me, Alexander staring at her in shock. Part of me longed for that... Why do I feel jealous? 
                          
I then realize... 
                          
These two are supposed to be married. 
                          
This is the night they fall in love. 
                          
Me? 
                          
I'm just a large boulder, blocking the way of their love. 
                          
"Eliza, why don't you and Alexander go dance? I'm sure he'd like that?" I look up at him with a pout, fluttering my eyelashes. 
                          
A groan escapes his lips, "Sure, I'd love to." I spot Eliza covering her blushing face. I quickly kiss Alexander's cheek as he makes his way to her. 
                          
He looks back at me, his entire face red. I simply wave at him, standing next to John. 
                          
"So, still wanna go outside?" John asks with a hopeful smile. My eyes avert from him to an encouraging Hercules and an excited Lafayette. 
                          
"Why not?" 
                          
"Mon Ami, our friend might get married!" Laf exclaims, spinning on his tiptoes. 
                          
Laurens and I burn furiously, "We're not getting married!" 
                          
"He never said he was talking about you two," Hercules snickers childishly at us. 
                          
"Let's leave." 
                          
"Yeah, I'd like that."