~Gunshot~ | John Laurens x Reader

Chapter Nine

(Y/N)'s POV

On our way back to the house, the sun started setting so Eliza decided that once we got back she would start making dinner.

I obviously agreed.

Eliza quietly opened the door, looking around cautiously when we noticed that it was way more quiet than it should've been in.

"Honey, I'm hooome!" I yelled jokingly at the top of my lungs.

No reply.

"Alexander?!" Eliza shouted. "Hello?"

"John? Hercules? Laf?" I walked farther into the house and peered around the corner. "Helloooo?"

"I wonder where they could've gone." Eliza scratched the top of her head.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Hercules convinced them to go the bar again." I laughed.

"Once I get dinner started I'll go to the bar and check if they're there." Eliza sighed.

"Oh, you don't have to. You can start dinner and I'll go to the bar and see if they're there." I offered.

"You're too kind... Are you sure? I know you've had some bad... experiences... at the bar." Eliza laughed nervously.

"I'm sure." I tipped my head. "Now you start making food and I'll be back soon."

I quickly said goodbye to Eliza and shuffled back outside into the cold.

Once I reached the bar, I held my breath and entered, looking around. It was loud and there were a lot of people, mostly men, crowding the place.

All I have to do is find Alex and everyone else, then get out of here, I thought.

I breathed out, then inhaled, breathing in the quite disgusting scents.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulder and I flinched, before quickly spinning around and backhanding the person in the face.

"Owww! What was that for?" I relaxed when I realized it was Alex.

"Don't scare me like that!" I crossed my arms.

"Sorry..." He looked down.

"Hey, you're actually not drunk. What's up?"

"I don't know. For once I just don't feel like drinking." He shrugged.

"Then why did you come here in the first place? And where are the others?"

"Well, I thought that if the others wanted to drink and I didn't, I might as well of come. Just in case."

"Smart." I tapped the side of my head and smirked.

"Yeah... Well, turns out John doesn't want to drink either. He's keeping an eye on Hercules and I'm supposed to keep an eye on Lafayette... But I kind of lost him. Can you help me find him? Please?"

"Sure... But you should start heading home soon. Eliza is starting to make dinner and I told her I'd come here to see if I could find you."

"Aw, but we just got here!" Alex frowned, but then smiled again.

I lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Alright, we should try to find Lafayette."

"Agreed." Alex looked worried.

It took us a while, but eventually we saw him climb on top of a table and then started shouting some gibberish, which I was assuming was French.

"LE FRENCHMAN FAVORITE DE L'AMERIQUE!" He shouted.