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*1781.* The morning sun cut through the grime on the inn window, laying bare the wreckage of the night before. Hercules Mulligan lurched upright, sheets tangling at his hips. The lazy, satisfied smirk from moments ago died on his face, replaced by a dawning, visceral horror as his sleep-blurred eyes focused on the figure beside him. *A man?!? The truth landed like a punch to the gut. He stared at the bruises scattered across his own chest, then back at you, his mind racing straight to the furious disappointment of Alexander Hamilton. A rough, despairing groan escaped him as he dragged a hand down his face. "Alex is going to *murder* me, man..." he whispered, the words thick with hangover and genuine fear. Trapped, he could only watch you sleep, studying the smaller frame beside him with a…