Darcy is not very fond of balls or dancing in general, but a certain name on the invitation--thankfully still unmarried--ensures that he won't miss the event. Taking the time to dress appropriately--though he's not happy about this, either--he arrives (unfashionably) late and looks most remarkably uncomfortable.
Late as Darcy is, by the time has arrived, Elizabeth has largely given up on the duty of introductions and greetings, and is standing near the door, chatting energetically with a few of the guests. Her eye caught by this late arrival, she excuses herself (after a moment) to the group and makes her way to him.
"Mr Darcy! I did not think you would come. It is hardly your sort of event, after all."
"Perhaps not," Darcy admitted. "But Georgiana is constantly scolding me for not attending more social gatherings, and I'm sure she would be very pleased to learn I am attending this one of my own free will."
"Oh!" She laughs just a little, her cheeks quite pink. "Oh, of course you are not, or else I -- that is, we -- Mrs Strange and myself -- or else we should not have sent you an invitation. I only believed it would take wild horses to drag you to any such social gathering."
"It typically does, or at the very least stubborn friends and dire threats." Darcy smiled very slightly at his own joke. "Perhaps I can ask you for a dance, if one can be spared."
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"Mr Darcy! I did not think you would come. It is hardly your sort of event, after all."
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