[Open RP] -- A Ball at Pemberley

[good_opinion]

For all his faults, let it not be said that Fitzwilliam Darcy was anything less than a most gracious and generous host. For almost a full two weeks and several hundred pounds out of pocket, he had managed to organise a ball of some magnificence as to almost reach the standards of his aunt, Lady Catherine (though he suspected that fully achieving

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tempus!verse

[colonelinblack]

Gianni strolled into the room, careless and in plainclothes. He had heard about this event and, though he wasn't one for unnecessary merriment, he had heard a few persons of interest might make an appearance. Sighing and readjusting his jacket, he folded his arms behind his back and made his way out onto the dance floor.

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[good_opinion]

It was not Darcy's intention to intercept, rather, all by accident, he found himself bumping ungraciously into a man as he tried to escape in a direction away from the dance floor and the attentions of a young girl of fifteen who was insisting that he be made to dance with her. He suspected that her parents, who glanced scandalously in their direction, would soon be having a conversation with her concerning the amount of wine she had clearly consumed. As it was, Darcy was more than happy to foist her drunken regard upon someone else.

"Sir," he began apologetically, offering a slight bow of greeting. "You have arrived in the nick of time. I believe this young lady is eager for a dance."

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[colonelinblack]

Raising an eyebrow, Gianni took notice of the other man, scowling deeply.

"Is this your gathering?" he found himself asking, business where he should be casual.

A young lady? He cast his eyes to the target, immediately seeing just how in the nick of time he was. He had half a mind to tell her negligent parents to take her home.

Deciding better of it, he gave a short bow and introduced himself instead.

"Commander Sheppard, sir. It is a lovely... gathering."

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[good_opinion]

"It is, sir, yes," he nodded, glancing around the room with a disinterested eye as though such events were not only a regular occurrence but one that had grown tedious. "Doubtless there have been worse evenings."

A truthful statement if one could ignore the girl that was now fawning over the regimentals of yet another innocent guest. He made a note to have her removed to a less public section of the party until such a time she either fell unconscious or was returned her senses.

"Fitzwilliam Darcy, Commander, at your service," he introduced himself with another, deeper bow, returning his attention to the man in front of him. "It is an honour to make your acquaintance."

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[colonelinblack]

He gave a short laugh, nodding curtly.

"Surely there have. Is it for any particular.. occasion?" he asked, pausing to search for the English word. Seventeen years in England and he still had trouble on ..occasion.

"And it's a pleasure, of course, to make yours as well."

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[good_opinion]

"It is simply for my own indulgence," he explained, surveying his guest carefully. Darcy had always believed in first impressions and considered himself a great judge of character, despite his latest dealings of a most unpleasant nature with one Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Such habits of arrogance and conceit, as she described them, would not be changed over night.

"My design, if any must be concluded, is to integrate myself into a larger social circle. You understand how such things can be."