"Hello, welcome back to our channel, Southern Mother****ing Democratic-Republicans!" Thomas said into the camera in front of the two of you, you turned to him, "We need to revise our name, it's getting too long to say." He rolled his eyes, "Fine, there will be a link to a poll over a new name for us, but I'm telling you, people love what we have now!" You sighed, "Let's just get to the point of this video, please." You both turn back to the camera, "Hey everyone! Today we are prank-calling a list of other YouTubers we know and don't like a whole lot, so yeah, let's get started!" you reach into a bag of names and pull one out, "And the first person to be called is AlexTheHam, ooh, what should we say?" Thomas asked you. You thought for a second, "How about an 'I'm pregnant' call? His reaction would be priceless!" "Perfect!" you pick up your phone and start searching through the contacts, "Hey, Thomas, was he 'B****** Orphan' or 'Son of a W****'?" "I think he was 'Son of a W****', 'B****** Orphan' is Burr, isn't it?" you sighed, "I think you're right, cause I have a little pen emoji in there, so, here we go!" you pressed dial and waited as it rang on speaker phone, "Remember, Thomas, keep a straight face, don't make any noises!" he picked up, "HAMILTON, YOU MOTHER****ER! NOT EVEN MOTHER****ER, ME****ER! HOW THE HECK DID YOU GET ME PREGNANT?!" you screamed into the phone. "W-w-what? How? You're PREGNANT?! Are you sure it's even mine?! Have you taken a test?!" I had to stifle a laugh, "DO YOU THINK I WOULD CALL YOU IF I WASN'T?! I AM QUITE POSITIVE YOU RAPED ME OR SOMETHING, LIKE, WHAT THE F****, MAN?!" "Are you sure it's not Jefferson's or something?" you turned bright red, "IF IT WAS HIM I WOULD BE CALLING HIM! YOU GOT ME PREGNANT YOU B******!" then you realized something, you actually had a one-night stand not that long ago, you were both drunk and damn, do you regret it. "Sh**, this was because of last week, wasn't it?!" Thomas looked at you with wide eyes. "NO, IT CANT BE BECAUSE IM NOT PREGNANT!" you hung up quickly, embarrassed about what just happened. "What was he talking about, last week?!" Thomas asked. "He must be thinking of Eliza, I would NEVER!" you lied. "I don't think so, (Y/N), he doesn't exactly get mixed up all too often," he replied in a calm voice. You could kick yourself, "We were drunk, ok? I wish it never happened!" He narrowed his eyes, "Ok, but don't think I'm letting this go easily... Next name?" you leafed through the bag again, "TurtleJohn, now how the heck does someone prank call him?" "I don't know, but maybe we can ask him where he wanted the turtles delivered again or something? Not our best, but he's a hard person to get past... I'll make the call," he clicked through his contacts, eventually clicking on one,"Excuse me, is this one Mr. John Laurens?" he asked in a cheery voice. "Yes..." "Well, we were wondering if you wanted to send your papers through the system again, they've been rejected." You looked at him confused. "What papers?" "You know, the ones to have your marriage to Mr. Alexander Hamilton." You understood in a heartbeat, you always figured they would make a cute couple, Laurens being gay and Hamilton being bi and all that. "I think you have the wrong John Laurens..." "Oops! Sorry about the inconvenience!" When Thomas hung up, you let out a huge laugh, "You could almost hear him blushing through the phone!" Suddenly, your phone screen lit up, "It's Lafayette..." "What does he want?" "Says he was impressed by the call to Hamilton, wants to know if I could meet up with him tonight at the bar... A date, I guess?" Thomas started to pout, "But we were going to do more prank calls!" he whined. "You're such a brat." "Yes, but I'm a cute brat!" "You know I can't deny that! Here, I'll tell him I'm bringing you, he can bring his friends along," you texted the message to the Frenchman. "Apparently it wasn't what he had in mind, but he's ok with it, we can expect to see him, Laurens, Mulligan, And Hamilton..." you were kind of reluctant about seeing Hamilton so soon after the disaster of a prank-call, but anything for a drink. Thomas looked at you seriously, "Oh no, not with Hamilton there, you aren't going!" You rolled your eyes, "Thomas, I don't like the guy, I like you! I thought you knew that..." you started to pout, "Please, please, please, pretty please?" you pulled out the puppy-dog eyes. He shielded himself, "Not the puppy-dog eyes! Fine, we'll go, but if Hamilton even looks at you, we're leaving!" "Deal! Now I'm going to go get ready, see you there!" you pecked his cheek and went to the door, "Don't forget to turn off the camera!" Thomas rolled his eyes at your retreating back, "I won't! But I don't think I'm going to add that link..."