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[FELICITY CLAIRE ST. JAMES]

how to be a heartbreaker

three days in the dirge had not left her with a lot of time to get back into her old routines. but felicity was good; she could fit into the swing of the party scene like nobody's business, and that's precisely what she'd been doing. what else was she expected to do? study? she perished that ridiculous notion the instant it seeped into her mind. hardly anybody used college for studying anyway; the least she could do is utilize it for it's true purpose - booze and music.

of course, it wasn't quite the same, felicity thought absently as she turned off the water in the shower (dorms with private bathrooms - it was nice). she blew a wisp of flaxen hair from her face and stepped out of the shower, drying off attentively and then wrapping a warm towel around her midsection. she inspected herself closely in the mirror for that brief moment before stepping out. she didn't look any different. in fact, she looked precisely like she had when she'd been alive. how was anyone supposed to tell the difference? what if somebody accidentally got sent here and they were really supposed to be alive?

sighing, felicity, opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of tylenol. her head was still throbbing from the night before - some frat party, a lot of booze, thumping music and a late night did not precisely make for a happy girl in the morning. i ought to be used to it by now, it shouldn't bother me, she thought dryly as she swallowed the pills down. perhaps she was being cheated out of an immunity she'd thought she'd earned?

felicity fixed the towel more securely around her body, stepping out of the bathroom and into the actual sleeping area of the dorm room. two beds were inside - but what was the use when her roommate was barely ever here? or maybe she wasn't ever around - whatever the case, she had yet to meet her roommate, and they'd technically been living together for three days. wasn't that a bit odd?

hearing the door open and feeling a cool breeze gust against her damp legs, felicity let out a noise of complaint and turned.

"hurry, close the door!" she exclaimed, shivering. "it's too breezy outside to just leave it open. are you my roommate? i really hope so, otherwise this-" - she gestured to her only-towel-clad body - "would be ten times more awkward."

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[JAMESON WILLIAM GATTON]

this place was nothing short of strange. some aspects were familiar while others bordered on making him question whether he had gone insane rather than being shot. this wasn't close to what he had suspected in terms of what was going to happen after his life was over, then again his life wasn't supposed to be over. he was supposed to be alive and well, living with his millions while pleasing any and all company that entered his mansion hoping for a good time. they never left unsatisfied of course, he was too high on the scale for there to be disappointment. someone had become jealous and shot him on the even of one of his grandest parties. they had the nerve to ruin the fun for the thousands that flocked to his home as well as think that he could be disposed of so easily. he wasn't going to be forgotten. he could never be forgotten after everything he had done.

instead of dealing with some version of heaven or hell that he had constantly heard discussion of while on the battle field he found himself in some strange new world. he had been told he had the same identity as before and was registered for college once more. the only reason he had been able to go to college while alive was because of his medal. to have to go while he was dead seemed surreal considering he wasn't a college man. school wasn't meant for him. it was however the perfect means of getting into the party scene once more. one thing he could do with ease was make connections with others, although not necessarily as good as the ones he had while alive, but connections nonetheless.

he had been so busy trying to get himself situated that he had ignored his place of lodging in this strange world. some dorm room that was meant for co-eds. his roommate was a female, which he considered odd, but he didn't have time to see her or attempt to figure out who she was. he needed to make sure he wouldn't have to worry about a thing besides partying once more. after three days of hard work consisting of networking and finding new associates jameson managed to make his way to his dorm, finding it appropriate to reward himself with his own bed. as he opened the door he heard an unfamiliar noise followed by a voice. as he looked up to see the back of a female body wrapped in a towel his eyes lingered for a moment as she turned to face him and chided him for keeping the door open.

"right, i'm sorry." he said after a moment, fumbling over the words he needed to say in his head. reaching behind himself he closed the door with one hand while still looking at her. he finally realized what he was doing and turned his eyes to the ground. "i believe it's awkward enough even if you consider the fact that i'm your roommate." he said while still looking at the floor, only taking note of his dress shoes that needed to be shined once more.

[FELICITY CLAIRE ST. JAMES]

how to be a heartbreaker

she couldn't say she was disappointed to have found out she wasn't going to hell. after all, she doubted she would have gotten into heaven - wasn't there a certain amount of criteria you had to make to pass the pearly gates? and this place - this dirge - probably better than any hell she might have been put in, if she would have been put in one at all. truth be told, she was sort of pleased with how things had played out. she doubted they really let you party in heaven anyway.

a smile lit of felicity's face when the man stumbled over his greeting, her skin warming when the door shut and the cool breeze was cut off. "much better," she sighed, moving to her side of the room and shuffling through the closet while he spoke. her head still hurt, and she sort of wanted to sleep the entire day away, but there was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity to talk to her elusive flatmate, even if he seemed far more interested in his shoes than in her.

pouting, felicity made a selection of comfortable (but still cute - she rarely wore anything that wasn't) clothing, humming. "well, i'd say it's far less awkward," she replied casually, seeming perfectly at ease in only a towel around a man she had never met before. likely it was because she was perfectly at ease, even though this was their first time meeting. she tossed the shirt she'd selected back into the closet and glanced back at him, amusement clear in her features.

"something on your shoes?" felicity asked lightly. she selected a new shirt, taking the clean clothes into the bathroom and speaking as she went, through the door that was open just a crack. "i haven't seen you in the three days i've been here, you know. i was starting to think you were avoiding me! i'm felicity st. james, by the way." the blonde poked her head out of the bathroom, peering at him with inquisitive eyes. "and you are?"

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[JAMESON WILLIAM GATTON]

this was one of the reasons why he didn't understand being roommates with a female, he didn't know what to do. he had been around plenty of men in the fashion of sharing a living space for the sake of where they were. being on the battle field didn't leave too many options for grandiose splendor while college was mostly spent outside of his dorm and in the homes of other's throwing large parties. sharing his living space with a female seemed rather strange and out of place though. the few he had known while alive were mostly interested in him for some sort of story based on the rumors they heard or his money. it was fine to be wanted, but not for those reasons, at least not in his mind. he had far more that he needed to accomplish before he could settle down with someone and it wouldn't be someone who was so simple minded. he wondered if such a concept of settling down still applied when one was dead.

he was pulled from his thoughts as she said it was far less awkward. was he to expect seeing her roaming about in her towel more often? his mind almost went ahead of him but he shook his head to get rid of the notion. what was coming over him that made him think so strangely? of course she was gorgeous, her blonde hair perfectly cut to frame her petite face. even with the towel covering her body he knew she had a nimble frame. he cursed himself mentally as he focused more on his shoes and where he would find the shoe polish to make them sparkle once more. it would be nice if he had his same house hold employees to take of things for him but life was meant to be different here, only for as long as it took for him to change things.

"uh, yes." he managed to say, "i realize they're in need of a good shine after all my walking." it was only after he spoke that he realized how foolish he sounded. now he would spark the questions of where he had been walking and what he had been doing. he could barely hold what little conversation they were having now, let alone a barrage of questions. he heard her footsteps make their way to another part of the room and heard the sound of a door closing. "oh no," he started to say, "i wouldn't be avoiding you. i've no reason to do such a thing." yes he had been busy, but that wasn't the reason he had been away. the fact that he dreaded having a roommate who was female was another. he only enjoyed the company who stayed at his mansion as long as they were at a distance from himself, being in close quarters such as dorms wasn't the norm.

"jameson gatton." replied as he dared to look up, hoping she was in another part of the room so he could stop staring at his shoes. thankfully she was no longer in sight, save for her head peering out of the gap between the door and the wall of what was likely the bathroom. "it's a pleasure to formally meet you." he added, never forgetting his manners were always a must.

[FELICITY CLAIRE ST. JAMES]

how to be a heartbreaker

looking at her now, it would be hard to think that the dainty, well-mannered felicity st. james was the daughter of a prostitute, raised in the dirty part of new york by a mother with a trashy little twang in her voice. the only person who really knew about her more-than-humble beginnings was sarah - and she'd carefully trusted her best friend with that information when they were alive after a particularly rough night, sobbing and crying and asking why did things have to be this way.

needless to say, felicity didn't often lose herself like that. her mother had come from a softer generation, one where you bit your lip and wiped your running mascara so that people wouldn't tell you were hurting. numerous breakups in her life had been spent mourning silently in the living room, where her mother had said, i raised you better, start acting like a lady. later in her life, felicity would find this phrase terribly ironic, considering her mother's occupation, though she never said anything. she was certain that if she had, she would have been answered with a prompt backhand.

she was pleased enough to be in the dirge, and now with an attractive roommate as well! she smiled wanly into the mirror after having dressed, inspecting and tweaking and grooming as she listened to him in the other room. "walking?" she called, laughing a little. "why, those aren't quite the shoes you'd wear for extensive periods of walking!" once she was pleased enough with her appearance, felicity smoothed back some hair and stepped back into the dorm room, hanging the towel up on the door.

"well, i should hope you have no reason to ignore me just yet," felicity said. her smile was warm and easy as she surveyed her roommate. "i was going to be very disappointed if i didn't even get the chance to be friends with you!"

her movements were light and airy as she stepped back over to him, putting out a slender hand by way of greeting. "and a pleasure to meet you,, jameson gatton. i've never met a man with your manners before, at least not one whose manners seemed as sincere." there was a keen look in her eye as she studied him, watching him closely. "if we're to be roommates, and friends, i think it's important to get this out of the way first - do you party, mister gatton?"

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[JAMESON WILLIAM GATTON]

manners were one of his many means of keeping up his elaborate facade of a wealthy business man as compared to some scumbag who spent their time boot legging. that wasn't a profession any parent wanted their child to enter into because it wasn't respectable. when coming from nothing he knew that he would only accomplish what he wanted by using whatever means necessary, no matter how unrespectable they were. old habits died hard as he was all ready building up the same means necessary for a similar scheme with his developed personality. he sucked in his breath as he heard her laughing about his so called walking shoes but exhaled in relief when no questions came his way. he would take that as a courtesy from felicity considering they had just met. once he had everything in running order he would be prepared with simple answers that wouldn't need any courtesy of not asking more.

he pursed his lips for a moment as she reappeared in the same room talking about a chance to be friends. this was a new place to start over and even without much of the same all ready going she seemed interested in him, or rather intrigued. they were roommates after all but they didn't have to be friends. pleasantries was the only reasonable explanation that came to his mind for her behavior. jameson didn't need her to see through anything just yet. he could easily keep up his usual routine as he got business running once more. as long as she didn't try to interfere everything would run smoothly.

"everyone deserves a chance." he smiled in response, "i see no reason why we can't be friends." the terms seemed unfit for their situation. as long as they shared a room they needed to get along of course, or rather have an understanding of what needed to be done to keep the peace. friendship would only come about from genuine interest in one another based on similarities. he doubted they had a thing in common, that would be too much of a stretch. "then you've been dealing with false gentlemen." he answered as he took her hand in his own before turning her hand up and bowing to kiss the top of it. standing back up straight he gently released her hand as she watched him intently. "an interesting matter of importance." he said mostly to himself before continuing, "of course i party, i don't know how the world could go on without a good party. is that going to be a problem? and please, call me jay."

[FELICITY CLAIRE ST. JAMES]

how to be a heartbreaker

perhaps, felicity reasoned, she had been hanging around with the wrong kind of men when she was alive. but that had been because they weren't her friends; anybody that felicity deemed a friend, she intended to keep around. lovers were far more easy to dispose of; she could let them compliment her, say sweet things, serve their purpose - but when the day was done, she had no obligation to keep them around. she supposed that was why she hadn't ever minded that the men in her life weren't necessarily kind, or had been false gentleman, as jameson had put it.

regardless, where jay would stand in her life was now suddenly complicated by the fact that she was living with him. there wasn't much she could do about that - to file for a dorm change seemed utterly ridiculous. it was a delicate balancing act that she had to prepare and execute carefully. it wasn't necessarily that she didn't make friends with men. they just tended not to stick around.

when jay lifted her hand to his lips, a delighted smile lit up her face. his confirmation of his partying only further pleased her - at the very least, she had a flatmate that wasn't going to be so disrupted by her often uneven and nocturnal schedule. daintily, she retracted her hand and patted his cheek.

"partying is not a problem, jay," felicity chirped, beaming. "we will have a problem, though, if you don't attend a party with me tonight!" laughing lightly, playfully, she stood up on her tiptoes - he must have been a good two or three inches taller than she - and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "why, jay, i think i'll keep you around."

turning on her heel, she moved back across the room, busying herself with making her bed. "and you'll clear your schedule tonight to come to the party with me, won't you?

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[JAMESON WILLIAM GATTON]

as she patted his cheek he could only stand there, a bit beside himself. a smile was all he expected in the way of a reaction from her or perhaps a giggle depending on whether or not she was used to such behavior. he had only encountered a few men since he had died but a firm handshake was all he needed to win them over after talking strategy. "a party tonight?" was all he was able to question before she kissed his cheek. that had really done it. either felicity was the outgoing type who did as she pleased or she was the type who knew what men wanted and gave them that. she didn't appear to be the latter but he knew as well as anyone that looks could be deceiving. "uh..." he started to say as he could feel the color rushing to his cheeks. quickly he raised his hand to run it through his hair, hoping to block his face for a moment so he wouldn't appear so foolish. "i would think that if you didn't want me around you would say so." he said as the color left his cheeks, "it would be easy to follow the request of course."

not wanting him around would actually make things easier, but then he would still have to worry about a roommate who might question his peculiar schedule. felicity on the other hand would be so busy with her parties she would notice little to nothing, save for occasionally finding him at a similar party that she was attending. "clear my schedule." he repeated to himself, thinking of the few appointments he had all ready made. there was always the possibility of rescheduling or just meeting them at the party felicity was talking about. he was finding it hard to think of a reason to try to say no to felicity but in actuality he didn't want to say no to her. going to a party with her was becoming more important than any of the meetings he had scheduled.

"of course." he finally said with surety, "i can't think of a better way to spend my evening. i haven't had the opportunity to go to a party here just yet. perhaps you can show me the way it is done here, if it's any different than before." some things were the same, he all ready knew that, but to see what felicity introduced him to would be the highlight of the night. "now is this going to be some college frat party or something a little nicer where there is a slight dress code?" he questioned, his mind all ready going through which suits he had available and with what shoes. should he attempt to match whatever felicity was wearing? no, that might be a bit too much too soon.

[FELICITY CLAIRE ST. JAMES]

how to be a heartbreaker

felicity didn't miss the color that flooded jay's cheeks, or the way he seemed be a bit caught off guard by the carefully placed kiss on his cheek. for now, she stored that information away carefully in her mind - whether she used it to her advantage or not was still to be determined, but she liked that she seemed to be able to catch him off guard with something as silly and girlish as a kiss on the cheek.

it was a game that she'd played well, and for a long time. the people who knew her for it probably thought her callous; but as she turned back, looking jay over and laughing a little, she didn't feel callous. in fact, the idea of having jay accompany her to a party suddenly seemed far more interesting than just being a courtesy extended by a flatmate. tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, she suppressed a little bit of her laughter behind her hand, moving over to her vanity to carefully inspect her appearance.

"yes, a party," felicity replied amusedly, watching the gears turn in his head. he was probably trying to figure out how to get out of going to the party with her, or how it was she got to being so presumptive within their first fifteen minutes of meeting each other. good luck figuring that out, she thought dryly, pausing in her grooming to watch him. "oh, jay," the blonde laughed, "if i didn't want you around, it would be very clear to you. you seem like a fine enough gentleman so far, however, and i think the two of us will be getting along famously."

at his request of what sort of party it was, felicity debated, her gaze sizing him up carefully. there were actually a few parties of varying eloquence, and he seemed like the sort of man who was good at dressing up, but felicity was far more interested in seeing him dress down. figuratively, of course.

"a frat party," she answered at last. a coy smile came to her lips as she quirked a brow upward. "casual dress. but don't worry - you can take me to another party some other time, one with classier taste."

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[JAMESON WILLIAM GATTON]

his mind had been too busy with his own thoughts for him to notice her laughing either at him or with him. that wasn't an important concern for him either way considering he didn't thrive off of the opinions of others. there were plenty of nasty rumors he had dealt with while alive that hadn't bothered him only because they had malicious intentions. they knew nothing about him or who he really was. even those who he deemd worthy of his attention barely scratched the surface of what was true in his life but he was too guarded to let anyone fully in. there were too many secrets that no one ever needed to know. felicity was right though in saying that he was a gentleman and there was some truth to their getting along. it was hard for him to make an enemy of someone unless they had wrongged him in some fashion. even now the only enemy he could think of was the man who had ended his life, not that he would ever know. he got to keep on living while jameson spent his time here among the others who had died.

"a frat party then." he sighed, "i suppose i'll have to see if i have something fitting for such an occassion." it was only after he started to walk towards his closet that he realized he hadn't moved from the door since entering the room. it was supposed to be his living area as well for the time being but he felt like a stranger in felicity's presence. she had all ready made the room more to her liking, which he couldn't blame her for, but it wasn't his nor did he want it to be. he wanted to have everything as he had before his untimely death. accomplishing that would be another concern to deal with at a later time. "i'm sure you look lovely when in a classy dress." he said as he opened his closet to expose all of his pressed suits hanging up in wait for use, "i'll have to find out where the classy parties are in the first place though."

there was no possibility that he would get away with wearing a suit at a frat party without sticking out like a sore thumb. he would have to dress a little lower than his usual gentleman standard. the problem was he was unsure if he had anything that could pass as such. he turned to face felicity questioning, "when exactly is this frat party to begin?" if he was lucky he could find a store to find something to wear if there was enough time. he wouldn't wear jeans and a t-shirt, heavens no. a pair of khakis or slacks along with a polo was the lowest he would allow for himelf.

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how to be a heartbreaker

it would be a shame, felicity reasoned, if she ended up needing to cut this friendly jay fellow out of her life. she knew that would only happen if they slept together; thus far, he seemed awkward just at a peck on the cheek, and felicity mulled over these flustered reactions of his with careful precaution. after all, such things did take consideration and, if decided upon, veritable amounts of planning. one did not simply bed their flatmate.

all of that remained to be seen, of course. likely they would remain passing friends, people whose like interests kept them moderately friendly but who didn't intend to become confidantes. at most, felicity expected she would become good friends with this jay gatton - but yet, she did so enjoy making him squirm.

"do you think so, jay?" she asked in response to his compliment. she was preening at it - pleased that her roommate thought such of her already. "it's in a couple of hours," felicity continued as she carefully dabbed on a little lip gloss, peering at him over her shoulder when she was pleased with her appearance. standing and making her way over to him once more, she toyed with the collar of his shirt, looking utterly amused.

"this simply won't do," she sighed. an idea struck her then, her face lighting up radiantly. "i know! why don't you come shopping with me before the party, and we'll pick out something appropriate for such an occasion." smiling brightly, she slipped on a pair of sandals and snagged her bag, shuffling through it for her phone and her sunglasses. "after all, the suit looks perfectly dashing on you, but we can't have you taking me to a frat party dressed like that. not to mention, it's your first party after death! a new outfit is in order, i think."

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[JAMESON WILLIAM GATTON]

"of course." he said in agreement, somehow knowing that was just what she was after. he had paid the compliment first though so it was up to him to reaffirm it. a few hours would give him plenty of time to find something fitting at a store to wear to the frat party. as he started to close the closet door he realized that felicity was making her way towards him once more. he wondered why she was approaching him this time, only considering the last time she had given him a kiss on the cheek without any real reason. would he have to be on his toes expecting such a display to be normal? that just led him to being even more on edge but instead she began playing with his shirt collar. he would have asked her to leave it be but he needed to have the suit cleaned and pressed after the past few days so it's appearance wouldn't matter for long. apparently she had the same thoughts that had been his own with what option he had clothing wise. "that would work quite nicely." he said in response to her idea as she went to grab her bag and put on her sandals.

it seemed he would remain in his same outfit until a new one was purchased, but he knew it would do. felicity seemed to understand his choice in style, unlike some who thought business suits were only worn by their fathers on their way to work. that was their problem though, they didn't understand that it was respectable, nothing like the plain attire that was thought to be what got them their desired success. "i can't disagree with you there." he said with a smile, "a new outfit to celebrate the first party after death is much needed. a suit seems a little too formal for such an event." he moved towards the door once more, opening it and waiting for felicity to have everything she needed. "shall we go then?" he questioned as he offered his arm for her to take. it seemed to be the right course of action considering he would be following her to wherever she had in mind for their shopping.

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how to be a heartbreaker

there had been a time when felicity had not been willing to even make friends with men. she had certainly made acquaintances with them - had let them laugh and whisper in her ear when her head was woozy with drink - but as soon as they had filled that terrifying hole of loneliness in her heart, she had wanted them no longer. it was a terrible habit that she was sure, should she come in contact with a therapist, was born of her mother's own occupation and treatment of men. how many times had she seen her mother come in at four o'clock in the morning, smelling of cologne and wine and cigarette smoke - with the look on her face that said there's another one gone for the rest of my days? it had been too many to count on both hands, that was for certain.

she herself hadn't quite reached that point, not yet. and for that she was grateful. but for all of her ladylike manners and her soft, sweet looks, felicity felt decidedly two-faced. looking at her, interacting with her, people would not think that she would be so callous in the face of something like love or affection - but she didn't want that kind of love, not the kind that men thought they could give to her, because they couldn't. in all of her experiences - secondhand or otherwise - felicity st. james had never once met a man capable of giving that fairytale love.

smiling lightly, she looped her arm through his and rested her hand delicately on his elbow as they made their way out of the dorm. it was warm outside - pleasantly so, now that she wasn't damp from her shower - and as she adjusted her sunglasses on her face, she nudged the door shut and began heading towards the shopping quarter.

"so, tell me a little bit about yourself, jay," felicity began, tilting her head in his direction curiously. "for all my time here, socializing with others, i've never quite heard a single thing about you - and you're my roommate, of all things! but i suppose you're here now and that's what counts." a soft, amused sound escaped her as they migrated down the street at a leisurely pace. tucking a strand of flaxen hair behind her ear, she paused to peer into a shop window - but made a noise of discontent, shaking her head slightly and continuing on. "i myself came from modest means, so i'm not too interesting," she continued conversationally.

at last, finding a suitable store, she made a delighted sound and moved to open the door. "aha, here we are! i think this place will suit you immensely, jay. if not, we always have time to go hunting elsewhere."

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[JAMESON WILLIAM GATTON]

"well i'm not surprised you haven't heard a thing about me." he replied, inwardly thinking that she hadn't yet at least anyways. there would be plenty to be heard about him once everything was up and running once more. she would at least have the satisfaction of knowing what was true and what wasn't, at least on some level. with felicity as his roommate she would be able to pick up some quirks about him but that didn't mean she'd know everything. he still wasn't quite sure what to make of her and whether or not she would be allowed to know much of anything. once the rumors started they would provide enough attention for him, although they would be a meager supplement compared to before. he understood that he had to be known in some aspect in order to get the catch the interest of others. that was the only reason to attend to a party, besides all the free alcohol, to find out more about the host and those who were there.

"there isn't much to say." he started with a shrug of his shoulders, "i only arrived here a few days ago at most." that wasn't enough time to build a reputation of any sort, not without the right connections all ready in place. he paused along with her as she stared into the window of a shop before hearing the sound of what seemed her offense to what was sold inside. "before here i fought in a war and then was a college man, making my way in the world." he continued as they went along once more to find a more suitable place, "i fear that's about as interesting as i get. one's means has nothing to do with how interesting they are." he had only made his fortune later on in life and it was during his time of modest means that he had anything interesting happen in his life. that wasn't to say that he enjoyed everything that had been interesting in his life, considering some things still haunted him, but no matter how much money a person had it seemed to only complicate things.

"after you." he said as felicity made her way to grab the door, although he got there first and opened it for her. "i will trust your intuition to find something here." he remarked as he followed after her inside the shop, "i'm sure you've done more things of interest than myself. what should i know other than your love of a good party?"

[FELICITY CLAIRE ST. JAMES]

how to be a heartbreaker

felicity had wondered often if being raised in a real family would have changed who she had become. she firmly believed that she manipulated and used the way she did was a result of her mother's own dismissive attitude towards the way she handled the feelings of other people. of course, felicity would never have betrayed sarah in any way - at the very least, she only flippantly discarded men while her mother would have happily discarded her own children - but there was always a very real possibility of leaving a wake of indignant boys behind her.

she liked jay, though. thus far, he'd proven himself to be a gentleman - a real gentleman, the kind of man that you didn't run into often - and she liked that. she appreciated his manners and his sharp dressing and the way that he seemed to fit easily into her life already, how she was already comfortable with him. felicity was social by nature, but she didn't get along with every single person she ran into. it was a bit of relief to know that she and her roommate were already getting along well.

"a soldier, a collegiate man, and a traveler?" felicity exclaimed, a bit of admiration in her voice. "i've never met anyone half as interesting as you. at least, not anyone was truly interesting; i'm certain half the things men tell me are absolute lies." she smiled winningly at him, her hand still resting on the crook of his elbow, her eyes warm. "however, i have no doubt believing what you say."

they perused the store, felicity's keen eye picking things out and offering them for his approval. she swept through the place like she had been there her entire life, utterly at ease as she promptly put into jay's arms clothing that had been approved by both herself and him. his question about her caught her off-guard, however. she paused, quirking a brow and clearing her throat, smiling sweetly.

"oh, i'm nothing very special," she said lightly. completely skipping the topic of her life before, she waved a finger at him and said, "but be careful you don't fall in love with me, mister gatton. if we're to be living together, we must be positively civil." her eyes glittered. "now go try on those clothes and see what you think."

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