The streets were alive with the sound of cheer and talk- though half of the singers were wearing the same uniform clothing. Baggy brown pants, a dirty white tee and a triangle cap. They all carried some sort of musket on their back, but it seemed that no one minded. One of them, obviously more than a little tipsy, leaned on her shoulder, with an arm around her. "Lis... Listen here, fùck th... The tyrrrranny, right?" He slid off the woman into an embarrassed looking friend's arms, who supported the man and walked away with him. However, the isolation wouldn't last long. A man with a similar triangle hat, but with a blue feather, approached her. Unlike the rest of them, his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e0/68/1f/e0681f36d32f8b9cb33547176188e325--george-washington-costume-presidential-history.jpg]clothes[/url] were fancier, his posture straighter. His skin was a dark brown, along with his eyes, and he lacked hair on his head, despite his young appearance. He also had a musket on his back, but with the addition of a cutlass and pistol upon his waist. He held out his hand to her, with an apologetic smile. "Apologies, ma'am, sometimes they forget themselves."