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for some people, college is about finding yourself. for others, it’s about enriching yourself as much as possible with top-tier academics, collecting as much knowledge as possible in these delicate years where your only job is to learn. for fitz, on this particular night at this particular party, college is about sleeping with as many foreign foxes as possible. what’s the point of being an expat at a university if you aren’t trying to get your passport stamped by as many people as possible?
in a sea of attractive party-goers, a long-legged french girl is his target, although when fitz tried to talk to her, she seemed interested in very little more than lamenting about marcel’s disappearance and the future of meraviglia. with little luck on his own, he decides to head over to a familiar face to recruit reinforcements. “hey! funny running into you here. party rockin’ in the house tonight, am i right?” fitz says. “while i’ve got ya, i need a favor… see that hottie with a body over there.” he points out the french. “can you go over there, talk her up, and then slip something good about me into the conversation? definitely a lie, though – perhaps about my god-like dick that saved you in your darkest hour?”
