He yawned, loosening his grip on the blankets and lying directly next to James. His hair was bedraggled and there was dark bags underneath his eyes, which were sleepily half-open as he studied the smaller Virginian.
He felt a nervous pit settle in his stomach as he got out of the warmth and comfort of sleeping next to James. He had recovered fairly within the past week; not fully, but close to. He knew he had to meet Laurens today, and he didn't want to wake James in fear of worrying him- so he tiptoed around the doorframe, wincing as he stepped on a particularly loud, creaky board in the floor.
"He could ruin your reputation with just a few words-and you know it." He paused and rolled his jaw again. "Bastard." He took another step forwards before striking a blow across his face, right to left, knowing it would leave a mark.
He closed the door gently behind him, feeling the side of his face and underneath his right eye throbbing. He wasn't aware if James was awake or not, so he didn't call out in fear of waking him if he was asleep.
James was awake, but still drowsy. He'd seemingly gotten sicker over the past week, but he still believed it to be dreaded allergies. With this in his mind, he sneezed and decided to give into the thought of being awake.
He frowned, knowing what he was experiencing and walked to the bed to hug him. "Do you want a glass of water?" He whispered softly in his ear, struggling not to wince as he felt a string of pain at the contact with his face.
"Yes, you are," He hugged him. "Laurens called you a tag-along," He yawned, continuing without giving him a chance to reply. "He also made some threats about sending Hamilton after me- which, I'm not scared of him as far as losing my job, but kinda am reputation-wise. At least Laurens hit me, too, so he can't say that I was just beating his ass."
He looked back at the bedroom, and stepped away carefully. Just a quick drink and I'll go back to sleep. He won't notice the difference and I'll be- He reached for the wine, sighing as he set it on the counter. -fine.
Untrue to the promise he had made himself, he didn't pay much attention to how much he was drinking. Sipping glass after glass for most of the night, he was surprised when early morning light filtered through the windows behind him and, not much longer, he found the bottle deprived of a single drop more of wine.
He rolled over, reached an arm out to feel around the bed, then sat up. His head was throbbing and his throat was dry and sore for the most part. Yet, he didn't let that stop him as he called for the Virginian.
Hide the evidence. He threw the wine bottle out of an open window and set the glass back in it's place, hoping James wouldn't be able to catch his breath. He leaned against the wall as he walked to the bedroom, creeping around the doorframe to look blankly at James- he was disheveled visually, but wasn't aware of this yet.
"As soon as I know you won't get drunk over night like this again, we can go to the bar. But then we go straight home." He paused to sneeze, quickly starting back up again. "Sober Thomas will take us home~"
He jerked at the thought. "I won't," He blinked at him seriously. "I missed being able to go and drink by myself which is why I did what I did last night. But it's more fun when you participate. Can we go tomorrow?" He looked as hopeful as a child before bed on Christmas Eve.
"Sober Thomas wouldn't like that," He yawned. "Sober Thomas has to reply to Adams' letter. But I want to sleep. All day." He nuzzled the blanket, closing his eyes and sighing, repeating the last couple of words silently under his breath: "All day.."
He dragged out a sigh. "Sober Thomas will want to deal with it," He blinked, slowly and sleepily. "Tell h-" He convulsed suddenly, getting up and running out of the room, sloppily banging into the wall in the process and ending up on his hands and knees.
"Ugh, I still act like drunk me and sober me are two different people when I'm drunk? If I did, you need to tell me, because there's a 95% chance that it's worse than usual." He clicked his tongue. "I can still throw you outside in the mud if you want to differ."
"You just threatened to throw me in the mud, and now you're just being nice?" He glared at him and scoffed. "You told me you threw it at Hamilton. Laurens was with him. Yes, you drank the whole bottle. Can I go back to bed now?"
"Relax Jem, I wasn't planning on it," He quietly walked back to the bedroom, plopping him onto the mattress. "It's truly amazing how easy you are to scare. I wouldn't throw you outside, even if I wanted to- well, sober anyway."
"I prefer alcohol much stronger than wine, but I suppose," He hummed.
After going into town he was physically exhausted, and he wanted no more than to sleep. Walking to the bedroom, he skimmed along the doorframe quietly, crawling into bed next to James. "Can you tell me more about this morning, now that you've had a bit of a rest?" He whispered.
He felt a thick rouge adorning his cheeks at both James' words and his touch. "N-no," He looked away, bringing his hands to rest on James' shoulderblades. "I just.. uh, don't know them as well, that's- that's all."
"We could, I guess, but we're already here," He closed the door behind him, sliding into a stool and drumming his fingers on the countertop as he recieved his first shot, waiting for James to sit with him.
He made a lopsided grin, waiting for him to match his pace.
Lee was quick to spot Madison: he had when the man had first entered the bar with Jefferson. He knew he was clingy when he was drunk, but he didn't care. So, he slid into the stool next to Madison, greeting with a quiet 'hey there.'