James March: Nice Try

“Where have you been? I haven’t heard from you in weeks!” Your best friend, Janice shouted on the other end of the phone.

“I know I know.” You said to her, strolling around the 7th floor in the Hotel Cortez. Nothing but James’s white button up, panties and fuzzy slippers were worn on you. Nobody ever visited the 7th floor besides you, James and Miss Evers. James didn’t even want the other ghosts being a disruption either. Besides, there are plenty of other floors they can haunt.

“You haven’t been returning my calls. I was thinking you were mad at me or something happened to you.”

“I’m fine. Trust me.” You reassured your best friend. “I fell in love.” Falling in love with a ghost, James Patrick March to be exact, was never on your bucket list. The Blue Parrot lounge was where you met him and it was almost like love at first sight to you. He offered to pay for your drinks and then two of you hit it off there. The way he spoke had you weak in the knees. His voice was like silk. It almost soothed you as the words fell from his lips like butter.

“What?! Tell me all about it Y/N!” Janice said excitedly.

You couldn’t exactly tell your best friend that you’re dating a serial killing ghost because she’ll think you’re insane or on drugs. Instead, you told her what you wanted her to know from his first name, how handsome he is, where you reside with him and how amazing he treats you.

After reassuring her that you’re all and well, she let you go and made sure to tell your circle of friends that you’re doing more than okay.

Walking down the hall, you hummed to a tune as you were making your way to the room James was in. He had jazz music playing from one of his favorite artists, Benny Goodman. Although he has no choice really, you enjoyed that he was old fashioned. It’s quite difficult for you to come across single men your age like that. All they want to do is party and have sex with multiple women.

“Ah dearest.” James’s eyes lit up when he saw you enter the room before he took a seat on the chair with pipe in one hand.

“You look absolutely splendid in my attire.”

There was a newspaper on the coffee table as if his next task was to read through it, while a half filled glass of bourbon sat atop the coffee table ready to be sipped slowly. 

“Aw thank you.” You couldn’t help but blush red, your darling always knew what to say. “I was going to ask if you wanted to join me in the Blue Parrot lounge for a drink or two. Maybe keep Liz company?”

James inhaled from his pipe before answering. “That sounds quite appealing. I suggest you put on more appropriate garments.” He stated.


After James suggested you change was when you parted ways and he told you he’d meet you at the Blue Parrot lounge. Surprisingly, you arrived there before him, so you made yourself cozy at the bar.

Not even ten minutes later, a stranger takes a seat beside you. It confused you a bit since there were a lot of empty bar stools.

“Next drink is on me, gorgeous.” He refers to you.

You glare at him for a second, then look away to face Liz. She shoots you a ‘oh no’ type of look. “No thank you. I’m with someone.”

“Boyfriend huh?” The stranger frowns jokingly. “Well I don’t see him around. I insist.” He decided to be ballsy and grasped your wrist, but you immediately denied it. It was perfect timing too because James shows up, standing right behind the guy, basically breathing on the back of his neck. You glanced at James, then back at the desperate man. He definitely was in trouble now.

“Trust me. I’m WITH someone.” You implied. James grabs onto the man’s shoulder who twitched from being surprised.

“If my queen says she is with someone, I suggest you listen.” James said with widened eyes.

“Really? Mr. 1920s? Cane and all?” The stranger chuckled while giving James a disgusted elevator look. James, on the other hand, was giving him a death stare, his hand clenching his cane.

You raised your eyebrows, sipping on your alcoholic beverage while keeping the dozens of liquor bottles displayed as your view. Liz continued on wiping down the bar table. You both knew where this was going so you laid back and minded your own business while James takes care of this.

“This is a joke. I’m out of here.” The man scoffed, then shrugged his shoulders. “You’re not pretty enough for the trouble.” He attempted to walk away but before he could take another step, James pulls out the knife hidden in his cane and stabs the guy in the back who wanted to screech in pain but he couldn’t.

He instantly fell to the floor and dropped dead. It was as if James knew the right spot to stab him. You quickly glared at the dead body, then fixed your gaze onto your beloved James. “Thank you. He was annoying.” You said.

“Of course, dearest.” James replied, taking a seat where the dead man was once sitting. He made sure to take your hand into his, leaving a sweet kiss at your knuckles.

“I guess I’ll go find Miss Evers then.” Liz said with her nose in the air. Miss Evers was always willing to clean up after you and James.

Now you can’t wait to thank James later in the bedroom.