"What the hell is he doing here?" James asked. He was pointing at Jefferson, who had entered Eliza and Angelica's squashed dorm.

"I wanted you to hear me out." Jefferson said.

"We're through, Thomas." James said. "I made that clear when I left."

"You did, but-"

"Listen to what James wants and leave." Angelica said.

"It's my birthday, Thomas." James said. "I just want a bit of time away from you. Couldn't you grant me just that one little thing?"

"Say what you want, James, but hear me out first."

"Thomas..."

"We need each other, James." Thomas said. "We're Thomas Jefferson and James Madison, the dynamic duo."

"We were boyfriends." James corrected.

"But before that, we were best friends." Thomas said. "I don't care if we don't have a relationship any more. I just don't want us to be on bad terms."

"You pushed me!"

"That was in January!"

"How can I trust you again, Thomas?!" James shouted, far louder than anyone could think of the little man. "I can't." He said quietly.

"James-"

"I'm twenty today, Thomas." James said. "Starting a new decade in my life. And I'm not sure you can be a part of that."

"But-"

"Even as a friend."

Eliza patted James on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Thomas is trying." Maria said. "And you are homeless."

"What are you saying?" James asked.

"Move back in with Thomas." Maria suggested. "I'll move in with you both."

"That's probably not a good idea." Eliza said.

Everyone else stared on in confusion.

"Do you really want to live with Jefferson?" Alex asked.

"No, but do you really want to see James homeless?"

"You have an apartment." Alex argued.

"No, I have a dorm that I'm getting thrown out of."

"Okay." James agreed. "Yeah. That sounds good, Maria."

"Having someone else there if things go wrong is always a good idea." Maria said. "What do you think, Jefferson?"

"Fine." He grunted. "Both y'all move in then."

The next morning, Maria, who'd been sleeping on the couch, was awakened by Beyonce's Single Ladies, her ring tone. She reached offer and grabbed her phone from the coffee table.

"Hello?" She said groggily.

"Maria!" John said down the phone. He sounded overly cheerful and that automatically put Maria on guard.

"What's going on?" Maria asked, sitting herself up.

"Alex is drunk."

"What?" She rubbed her eyes.

"I said Alex is drunk." John repeated.

"No, I heard what you said, I just find it unbelievable." She looked at the time on James' clock. "It's not even eight in the morning yet."

"Well it's St Patrick's Day, so believe it."

"Alex is going to be so hungover tomorrow." Maria shook her head. "Don't allow him to drink anything else. Just... I don't know. Give him some coffee or something. How drunk is he?"

"He can't stand."

"He's a paraplegic." Maria pointed out. That was something that should be obvious.

"I know." John said. "Let me rephrase that-he can't even sit up properly. He's just slouching forward on our couch. If he could stand... Well, he wouldn't be able to with the level of drunk he is. If he were Aaron Burr, he'd be having his stomach pumped."

"That bad, huh?" Maria asked. "Don't let him sleep then. Keep him up, but keep him away from the alcohol."

"Will do." John said and hung up.

Maria sighed as she put her phone back down on the coffee table.

She did not realise that James Madison had walked into the kitchenette.

"Morning, Maria." He greeted.

"Hey, James." She greeted in return.

"Do you know what today is?" James asked as he made himself a coffee.

"Saint Paddy's Day?" Maria stood up and stretched.

"Iron Fist Day." James replied.

"I'm not watching that." Maria said.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not into superheroes and Iron Fist has been getting terrible reviews. It's like Batman vs Superman but worse."

"That movie was-"

"Disjointed." Maria finished. "It didn't seem to know what was happening. And for Bats to become instant friends with Supes because both their moms are called Martha is a ridiculous reason to be friends. I refuse to accept it as canon."

"You don't like superheroes, but you've seen Batman vs Superman?" James set his coffee sup down on the kitchen counter and folded his arms

"I thought it was pitiful and shit. But at the same time it wasn't as pitiful as Suicide Squad." Maria shrugged. "How the fuck that movie won an Oscar for painting Margo Robbie White and Lin-Manuel Miranda didn't is amazing. You just know that Deadpool 2 will win an Oscar for painting Zazie Beetz white, making whoever plays Cable look ugly and for Deadpool's face. If not, then it makes Suicide Squad winning an Oscar seem really stupid, especially when Star Trek literally went where no hair and makeup artist has gone before by pioneering new makeup techniques."

"I don't think they'll paint Zazie Beetz white." James said.

"Why not?" Maria asked.

"Racism." James shrugged. "You want to paint a black girl white, then you cast a white girl and paint her white."

"Yeah, but Domino's like... Literally white. Not ethnically white. She's white in the same way paper or a wedding dress is."

"I thought you didn't like superheroes."

"Just because I don't like them, doesn't mean I don't know them." Maria countered. "And I'm still salty about Suicide Squad winning the Oscar. How are we allowed to live in a world where Oscar winning Lin-Manuel Miranda doesn't exist, but Oscar winning Suicide Squad does?"

"Sign of the upcoming apocalypse?" James suggested.

"Don't push it, Madison." Maria said.

The next morning, Alex did indeed wake up hungover, even though he hadn't been drinking since the previous morning. John had sat with him all of Saint Patrick's Day and watched Iron Fist.

"Alex, don't forget you have physical therapy today."

"What time?" Alex's head throbbed.

"One." John replied. "So you'd best get ready for it."

"Noooo." Alex groaned.

At the shared apartment, Hercules and Sally were wedding planning and Lafayette was gone again, leaving Peggy sitting on her own and visibly pregnant.

"I'm going out." Peggy said, standing up. "Don't wait up."

"You're pregnant." Hercules said. "You're not going out alone."

"I'm not Rapunzel, there's no need to lock me in a tower and force me to grow my magic healing hair out."

"I knew we shouldn't have let her watch Tangled: Before Ever After." Sally muttered to Hercules, who nodded in agreement.

"But you're pregnant and Laf would never forgive us if we let you go out alone and maybe hurt their babies." Hercules said.

"I am not chattel!" Peggy snapped. "I do not belong to Lafayette! I am my own person!"

"Herc, maybe we should-" Sally began.

"Nobody's saying you belong to Laf, but Peggy, you can't deny that you are pregnant. You're even starting to show now." Hercules said. "And there are certain things that pregnant people can't do."

"Going out for a walk isn't one of them." Peggy snarled. She picked up her keys and opened the door. "Goodbye." She slammed the door very loudly.

"That went well." Sally commented sarcastically.

A/N: Hey guys! This is me playing catchup!

I am very salty about Oscar winning Suicide Squad. Still think it should have gone to Star Trek.

For those who don't know, Zazie Beetz-who is black-had been chosen to play a literally white character. I think that's very weird and I would like to see how that plays out.

Batman vs Superman was horrible, let's not mince words here. So was Iron Fist. Finn Jones shouldn't have been chosen to play Danny.