a winter's ball but BRAT

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by sugarbowling

by sugarbowling

666 with a princess streak, i'm everywhere i'm so julia.. 🎶🎼🎶

"BUMPIN THAT" the club roared. The energy was good, that 2000s music video type of club. But it wasn't 2000, and it wasn't 1780 either, even though the DJ went by George Washington for some reason (apparently it's his real name? ijbol). It was winter 2024. Brat summer was over, but it was alive again in the heat of the clurb.

BUMPIN THAT

It was early in the night and alexander hamilton was looking to score. He was a law student or something so he was busy asf the whole semester and he was also broke as hell. But tonight he was bumpin that too. He spotted his friend Burr by the bar. He was kind of weird and everyone called him by his last name, but he and Alexander went way back.

"BURR THIS CLUB IS FULL OF BAD BITCHES" alexander shouted over the music.

"Don't call them bitches bro." Burr retorted. He was a feminist.

"My fault" Alexander replied, as he leaned against the bar next to Burr.

The two of them contrasted. Burr was wearing a smart looking plum suit and tabis. Earlier a girl had said she "loved his old money aesthetic core" which confused him because he always dressed this way. He didn't get her number. Hamilton, conversely, was wearing an old leather jacket that was baggy but short, and sneakers from stockx. His silhouette and layering were good because his friends were instagram fashion mfs. They were on the floor right now.

Speaking of instagram fashion mfs on the floor, the schuyler sisters were dancing in the strobe lights.

I WANNA HEAR THOSE CLUB CLASSICS

Angelica was a total nyc it girl. Law student iconique. She was wearing the most gorgeous gorgeous pink off the shoulder top with a fur coat over top (off depop so ethical) and a miniskirt. She was chanting brat like everyone else when her friend with the fuck ass bob tapped her shoulder.

"What, what is it?"

"Girl isn't that your situationship from last year omg."

she pointed over at Burr, who passed a drink to someone out of view

Angelica covered her mouth in joking embarrassment

"Stop...... you do not know what that word means literally like we hooked up one time... like that isn't-"

the tall man wearing a mesh shirt moved out of the way to reveal who the drink had been passed to. he looked her way, smiled, and downed his drink.

angelica lifted up her prada sunglasses.

just behind her, eliza looked up from her phone that she had been opening and closing the weather app on for the past hour. she was also gorgeous gorgeous wearing a blue sleeveless dress but clubbing was not her thing 💔. but when she looked up she could have sworn the guy at the bar had just locked eyes with her. his eyes were espresso martini brown and she never realized she had a type until she saw him. immediately she blushed and turned to walk away and delusionally imagine a whole future with him on the other side of the club.

WISH YOU'D TALK, TALK, WISH YOU'D TALK, TALK, WISH YOU'D JUST TALK TO ME
blared the speaker she cozied up next to.