A/N: Okay, I kinda screwed up and forgot that it was the 26th and oh no, I'm supposed to be writing something until right now… Am pretending to write my NaNo novel and pretending it's not going to make my word count take a hit. So it's an extremely short one shot, maybe a drabble.
He stood, paced the floor, turned, paced again. What was this indecision? Darcys were never indecisive. Why couldn't he decide whether or not to dance with that Bennet girl? Of course, he had many doubts about furthering any sort of relationship with her. For one thing, her connections. They were pitiful- her uncle was in trade. Another was her dowry. How could he marry a person with a dowry of one hundred pounds, at best? Wait- marry? Since when was this about marriage? No, it was just a ball. He did not want to dwell on such things. It would be impolite not to dance with her- they had spent many an evening stuck in the same house, after all! He would ask her to dance.
With this resolution, Darcy went out to face the music.