[Darcy isn't really sure why she's here. She knows why she's been invited -- the gallery owner is a friend of a friend of Jane's and Jane didn't want to come here alone -- but she doesn't know why she actually agreed to come. It was probably Jane's puppy dog eyes. Or the fear of leaving Jane alone with strangers and alcohol. Or both. It didn't matter now. She was stuck here, bored out of her mind, and trying to find an escape route.
Making her way towards the nearest door, Darcy stumbles into a man who looks just as excited to be here as she is. She'd comment on that if she wasn't apologizing for bumping right into him.]
Shit, I'm sorry. I never look where I'm going.
[She's ready to keep apologizing when she notices the mistletoe that's clinging to the top of the doorway they're standing under and she makes a face at it.] Oh, come on. Seriously? Who hangs that stuff up anymore?
[Sighing quickly, she mutters something about it being bad luck for breaking tradition before she pushes up on her toes to press a very quick kiss to the man's cheek.] Sorry. Again. For that. Mistletoe is an evil thing.
Making her way towards the nearest door, Darcy stumbles into a man who looks just as excited to be here as she is. She'd comment on that if she wasn't apologizing for bumping right into him.]
Shit, I'm sorry. I never look where I'm going.
[She's ready to keep apologizing when she notices the mistletoe that's clinging to the top of the doorway they're standing under and she makes a face at it.] Oh, come on. Seriously? Who hangs that stuff up anymore?
[Sighing quickly, she mutters something about it being bad luck for breaking tradition before she pushes up on her toes to press a very quick kiss to the man's cheek.] Sorry. Again. For that. Mistletoe is an evil thing.
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