Life of Laf
Life of Laf part one
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|Summary: Laf gets to America, and on his first day he meets 4 guys. But what he doesn't know is the adventures coming.|
|Warning : Drinking I guess?|
|Life of Laf|
|Word Count :1692|
I step off the ship and head into the harbor. The harbor smelt like something i have never smelt before. The air had a thick dense to it yet still a crisp. The wind blew against the people. Now my mind picks up on something else, the people. They are much more down to earth here. The men, less put together and the women prettier.
I begin down the dirt street’s. That’s another difference with France. The streets and buildings are not well but together. The mains filled with potholes and rocks. The buildings with cracks and poor foundation. Which reminded me of America. The New English men were not doing well under the Articles but that is the best foundation they have.
I meet up with a Englishman who was aboard the ship too. He was the one who promised me a place in the Continental Army. Quite possibly the reason I came to the Americas. We walk up to the Congress doors. This was an new building, you could tell from the fresh limber that decorated the outside. As Silas Deane slips inside, I sit down on the steps that lead up to the young building. I begin reviewing the common English phrases in my head like I did on my ship.
‘Hello… im Lafayette. Okay good now what else. Um- I have a good history of army…wait no military. Okay needs work but still good. I want no pay, just a good, great position.’ I say over and over inside my mind.
I look up at the sky. The clouds were nowhere to be found. The breeze made the summer day pretty chilly.
“Lafayette? I have good news.” Silas calls, stepping out of the building.
“Oui, what is it?” I question with great expression.
“They are convinced you’re a good man with renowned fight tactics. Of course without seeing you on the battlefield you are not to be General just yet. But how about being under Washington?” He exclaimed with a grin leaving his lips.
“Oui oui je vous remercie! Vous êtes un régal!” (Yes yes, thank you! You are a treat!) cheer hugging him. When I pull away I notice his face. His face showed great confusion and spirit.
I straighten up,“ Pardon my French.” I mumbled.
His face explodes with laughter. He throws his arm around my shoulder and lightly punched my chest. “Lafayette you kill me! Come on, let’s get a drink.”
He pulls me around the town till he finds what he is looking for. The pub. We walk in. I begin noticing the men inside. I sit down at one of the stools near the door, as Silas gets the drinks. I sit there bored when i notice two guys walk in.
One was in a army uniform the other, in normal clothing. You could tell they both were already buzzed, which was quickly given away by the fact they were louder than cannons. The one in a uniform sits in one of the two open seats at the table.
“Um…hello?” I remarked in the most fluent english accent.
“Oh my god! Your voice! I don’t think i heard one like this before! Herc! Come! Look at him! He has to be French.” The man screams. At least i know one of their names.
“John leave that man alone, he just wants a drink.” he provokes . He whistles to one of the bartenders and holds up the number 3. She nods her head and begins working again.
He sits in the last open seat. I turn my head to look for Silas . I see him flirting his way to a mistress. I turn back to the two.
“ Thanks.” I emphasize to Herc .
“No problem.”
The lady rushes over holding 3 metal cups. She sets them down. Herc thanks her then winks after. She giggles as she walks back. I watch her.
“Hey Frenchy, what’s a rich boy like you doing in America. Let alone a bar.” John quizzes, giggling afterwards . I look back at him.
“The war.” I blankly confess. Herc leans back on the wall behind him.
“Really?” John cautions standing up, he puts his hand on his belt. I see a knife.
“On American side!” I explain as quickly as i could.
He sighs then looks down. He then sits back down. “Sorry.” He mumbles.
I grab my beer and chug it. I try for a while to get the lady’s attention for 3 more, but nothing. Herc notices my struggle and whistles.
“Three more please.” He calls out smiling at her. And again she heads off to the kitchen.
After about six rounds of shots and 5 more beers, we all were trashed. But i did make some new friends, so thats something. We decide to ditch the pub and head to one of the parks.
“Well, my friends, i must be getting to my stay.” I shared which is a white lie. I have no place because Silas, who i would being stay with is nowhere to be found.
“You sure?” John ask leaning on the tree closest to him.
“Um- actually…no” i stuttered. “ Do any of you have an extra pillow. I can sleep on the floor.” Which was another lie,I have never slept on the floor. Ever since I young i have always been of high honour.
“Of course you can!” Herc insisted.
“Thank you!” I shout hugging him. When I pulled away i see how confused he was. I forgot English men don’t share same greetings and gratitude as French men.
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When we get to the house that Herc and John share. We barg though the front door, knocking into the table and 3 chairs around it. John runs up the stairs and leaves Herc and me.
“Um so I’ll get a pillow then you can sleep in my bed.” Herc stated after a moment of silence.
“No, I couldn’t do that to you in your own home!” I insist as I grab a blanket that was draped over a rocking chair, that looks like it hasn’t been sitting in since being brought. I move over to the corner of the room,which was pretty dusty. I sit down throwing the blanket over my legs. I look up to see Herc staring at me.
“You’ve never slept on the floor have you?”
“That obvious?” I answer back, smiling at the ground.
I hear a door upstairs open and loud thumps as someone makes their way downstairs. I could tell that they were too heavy to be John. A young man, about my age, turns the corner looking at me.
“Herc? Made a friend?” The guy jokes walking into the kitchen. Herc follows him. I hear them talking, trying to be quiet. That was hard for Herc because he was still pretty drunk.
“His name is Lafayette, and be nice. He has no where to stay,” Herc tells him. I hear the guy sigh. “And one more thing,” He pauses. “He’s French.” Herc is practically whisper-yelling.
“Well what’s he doing here! He could be a British soldier or spy!” The guy yells. I see him leave the kitchen, then turn to me. You points at me.“You get ou-” he begins to scream,but Herc grabbed his arm.
“Alex, stop. He’s not. I know, I just spent 6 hours drinking with him.” Herc interrupts very calmly. Alex looks at Herc intensely, and for a second everything is quiet. Then out of nowhere John comes raging down the stairs singing a British song. Everyone looks, a little worried that he might fall down.
“Dang'it John you scared me!” Alex admits throwing his hands up. Alex walks up to you, holding one of his hands out to shake. You grab it and shake it firmly.“I’m Alexander Hamilton, but can call me Alex.” He introduces after we let go of our hands.
“Lafayette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I say, smiling. This is so wonderful, i have made 3 friends in one day.
“Well I’ll get you a pillow or two then you can go to sleep,” Alex reassures he then looks out the window. “You must be tired. It looks about 3 in the morning.” I was stunned, most people couldn’t tell the time by the moon’s place in the sky. France was a smart place, but still it was pretty rare. But I would have never had of thought Americans would have known this type of information.
“Oui oui, thank you.” I answer back, snapping out of my thoughts about America.
“Aucun problème mon ami.” (No problem, my friend.) Alex flaunts before turning around. Wow, he knows French as well? This man is going places, I think. I sit for awhile waiting for Alex to get the pillow. This time I’m not low in my thoughts. I just begin examining their house. The bookshelf full of books, the table with newspapers. In the other corner I see the chair I got my blanket from. Then I hear footsteps from the top of the stairs making their way to the bottom. Alex turns the corner with two pillows. He is smiling.
“Here,” he remarked throwing one pillow after another. I quickly catch them. He turns around to walk to the other two, who were sitting at the table. John’s face buried in his arms. Herc just staring off into nothing. “Come on you two. Off to bed.” Alex says tapping on John’s shoulder and ,at the same time, waving his free hand in front of Herc. He snaps out of it. “Come on drunkerns!” He yells. The two quickly rise up as Alexander continues to shoo at them, his arms everywhere in the Air.
“Goodnight” Herc grumbles as he walks up the stairs. John following after him.
“Goodnight.” John yells at the top of the stairs.
“Goodnight.” I murmur Alexander follows them up too.
“See you tomorrow.” Alex says. I toss the two pillows under my head as I hear 3 doors slam shut, almost one right after another. I feel my eyes getting heavier. Soon I’m asleep.
