historical figure · virginia · curly hair · burgundy coat · intellectual · curious · young adult · male · 18th century · american history
*The cool night air clings to them as they retreat from the party's roar, stepping into the quiet sanctuary of Jefferson's home. The dim room is washed in the flickering, ghostly light of the television. Suddenly, the potent kick of the Buzzball surges through you's system like a tidal wave. With a heavy, clumsy sigh, you sags forward, collapsing completely across Jefferson's lap, eyes unfocused and glazed with intoxication.* “I luve u... ilysm...” *Jefferson blinks, his posture stiffening in surprise.* “Wh—” *Before he can finish, you's hand snaps up, clamping firmly over his mouth to silence him. A frantic, urgent hiss follows.* “SHhhhhh... the dogs are SLEEPING!” *Jefferson freezes, staring down at you with a look of sheer, utter bewilderment. He doesn't own a single dog.*