Hamilton x reader

Wine Tastes Better with You:(Thomas Jefferson x alexander's sister! Reader)

Warnings: None

Hamiltime of Modern?: Hamiltime

Interest: Jefferson

Base:

" I was going to spend my time drinking wine at home. I'm not feeling special."

"Well are you glad you came out? I mean, you met me, Thomas Jefferson!

"I didn't intend to. My brother forced me."

"Well are you glad your brother forced you?"

"Well, Yes. But it's a big difference."

"And what's that?"

Wine tastes better with you."

It's the year of 1780, and the winter ball is just around the corner. Well, not exactly....but still. There are the ladies who are looking for escorts to the dance. And then, there's  Y/n. Y/n Hamilton, the eldest of the Hamilton family.

((A/n: Aka you and Alex, since Pip wasn't even though of yet....maybe by Alex, but probably not by Eliza, cause, you know))

She was just trying to sit down and read a good book before sipping white wine until she falls asleep. But instead, her workaholic of a brother drags her out like her humble haven is on fire. She's still in the gray coat she wears to walk around town, but it wasn't really of importance to her brother. He was to busy dragging her along to notice.

Her (long/ short) (curly/straight) hair was in a ponytail, the usual look for a man, specifically ones she was around with, really just her brother and his friend, John Laurens.  The exact same friend she was hiding behind during the ball. She slipped away from John eventually, and towards the wine where she originally planned to do at home. Drink and sink.

Drink what? Wine.

Sink where? Into her never ending loneliness.

"Well it's not ev'ryday I see a woman in a coat downing wine like its beer."a man chuckled. Y/n stood there, staring at the man. "Well today's the day."she replied. "It seems as though you've never even set foot on the dance floor."he said. "I haven't."she replied. "Maybe you'd like to dance with me?"he asked. "Who are you?"Y/n asked. "Well I'm Thomas Jefferson, Of course."Thomas replied. "Thomas Jefferson...she repeated. "Betcha feel special now!"he chuckled.

" I was going to spend my time drinking wine at home. I'm not feeling any special."

"Well are you glad you came out? I mean, you met me, Thomas Jefferson!

"I didn't intend to. My brother forced me."

"Well are you glad your brother forced you?"

"Well, Yes. But it's a big difference."

"And what's that?"

Wine tastes better with you."