"Hey! Pretty blonde! Get on with it and give me that shot." Daniel yelled at her through the loud music. Bridget had seen Mark staring at her and she couldn't help but smile and stare back. Sure, he looked ten years older with his beige pants and white shirt tucked in, but she still found that there was something in him that intrigued her.

Stop staring, you idiot. Her smile never leaving her face – and her eyes never leaving his beautiful brown eyed gaze -, she handed Daniel his shot and waved at Mark to join them. And that he did without hesitation.

"Want a shot?" Bridget blurted out. Couldn't say 'hi' first, huh? She could see that he was debating whether or not accepting her offer – maybe thinking of an excuse to haul arse after my lack of introduction -, so she added, "it's premium tequila. My treat."

"That would be lovely. Thank you…"

"Bridget." She smiled and handed him the tequila. He rose his glass as if he were making a toast and she mirrored him, raising an eyebrow and laughing. As soon as she finished with her shot, Bridget scrunched her face, the alcohol burning her throat as it went down. "Gah! It burns like fuck, but it's so good." She sucked on a lemon and motioned the bartender for another one. He found Bridget's scrunched up face to be adorable. She looked like a 15 year-old who had just started drinking. Like a 15 year-old who had snuck into her father's cabinet and stolen the tequila he had stored in there since before she was born.

Mark, on the other hand, had no reaction. Tequila didn't leave a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach, but it felt as if he were drinking water. The kind of water that made you vomit and have a hangover the next day.

"Usually people lick some salt off their wrists before taking the shot." Mark offered, trying to make the next shot more pleasant for her, yet secretly hoping that that adorable face would show up again.

"I've tried that, but I found that it burns even more. At least in my case." She handed him another shot and, as she was paying for the alcohol, Mark interjected.

"You paid for the last one. This one's on me."

"Oh. Well if this is how it's going to be all night, then we're going to get super drunk." Bridget squealed as she let the liquid burn her throat again.

Mark smiled. This girl basically told him that she wanted to hang out with him all night. And who was he to deny a lady's wish?

Suddenly, he didn't care about his midterm anymore.

Xxxxx

The pub started to get more and more packed, and the bar was full of drunk teens yelling their orders. Some looked completely wasted, and Bridget thought that what they should probably ask for was an aspirin and a bed instead of another whiskey.

Her friends started to pair up with boys: Magda was drinking on a booth with one of Mark's friends, while the others were snogging in an inappropriate manner. Even for Bridget.

Mark had suggested they'd move to a quieter place after he payed for all of the tequila shots. He was starting to get tipsy again, but Bridget was full on drunk. Although she wasn't walking in zig-zags, she knew that if he'd pay for one more drink, he'd be the sorry bastard who would hold her hair while she emptied her stomach.

As they were walking around campus, Bridget stopped and looked at him with her index finger on her chin. "Wait a minute… all this time we've been drinking, talking and walking and not once have you told me your name." She crossed her arms as she playfully chastised him and, Mark put his hands in his pocket.

"Mark Darcy." He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

Darcy. Darcy. Why did that name sound so familiar? "Elaine and Admiral Darcy's son?" Bridget gasped and stared at him with wide eyes, completely taken aback by the identity of her companion.

"The one and only."

"I'm Bridget Jones. Pam and Colin's daughter?" Mark looked at her as if trying to remember her. And he was, he was trying so hard. "Are you kidding me? I used to play naked around your paddling pool?" Something clicked in Mark's head and his eyes gave it away. Bingo, Bridget thought. Leave it to a guy to remember a lady for her nakedness.

"That's right! I haven't seen you for a while, I'm sorry I didn't remember you right away." Mark looked at the floor nervously and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets.

"It's okay. Lots of men only remember me when I tell them that they saw me naked." Bridget smiled raising an eyebrow and Mark snapped his head towards her in astonishment. She guffawed, throwing her head back and holding her stomach as if it were about to separate itself from her body. "Relax, I'm just teasing you. Or am I?" She wiggled her eyebrows and continued walking. Mark smiled and looked at her lovingly. God, she was funny.

"So, Bridget. What brings you here?" Mark changed the subject and she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"I came with some friends to celebrate our acceptances to University. You were invited to the party my parents held, but you didn't come. I got accepted to Bangor which is sort of a big deal, I've always wanted to go there. So you missed quite a party." She reminded, pouting. She loved teasing him and she wanted to make sure he knew it. Suffer, bastard.

Mark froze and cleared his throat; she laughed an evil laugh mentally. They started to get closer and closer towards Mark's dorm and his pace became slower with each passing second. He didn't want this night to end, even though the sun was starting to come up.

Bridget looked at him expecting an answer, but gave up when he didn't say anything after a few moments. She chuckled and shook her head. "God, my feet are killing me. And I'm not even wearing heels, these are Chucks for fuck's sake." She held on to Mark for support and something inside him stirred. With her other hand, she started to take her shoes off.

"Would you like me to hold them for you? I have to make up for not going to your party." Mark offered with a sheepish smile.

I found my own Mr. Darcy! She thought.

"Wow, aren't you a gentleman. Are you sure you didn't jump off an 1800's novel?" Both of them laughed and Bridget continued, "besides, it's not necessary. You payed for all the drinks." She straightened up and Mark grabbed the shoes from her hand.

"It's no bother at all." He smiled at her. "My dorm's right over there, so it won't be a long walk." He pointed the direction with her shoes.

"Oh?" Does he want me to come up with him or does he plan on ditching me here?

"Want to come up? I have a midterm in a couple of hours, but you can stay for a while until you have to go to the train station."

Bridget squinted her eyes at him playfully and looked up at the already blue sky as if in thought. "Hmm.. maybe." Suffer, bastard. Mark looked at her, pleading. She grinned and walked towards his dorm.

Having taken off her shoes, she was now stepping on her dungarees. As she was talking to Mark about midterms and what she loves most about Mr. Darcy, she tripped on her own clothing, almost meeting the ground. Mark steadied her and she let out a breath of relief. Without giving it a second thought, Mark grabbed her by her knee pits and held her in his arms in one swift movement. "Oh!" Bridget yelped. Talk about sweeping me off my feet.

They both laughed and she kicked her legs.

I've definitely found my Mr. Darcy.

XXXXXX

AN: Hi! I'm sorry I've kept you waiting. I'm not so sure as to when I'll be able to publish another chapter cause I'm super busy with Uni and I'm currently writing a lot of one-shots which are much easier and faster for me. But fear not! Cause I am NOT abandoning this story, I love it too much and I won't let my laziness win over Mark and Bridget.

Also, I'm more active on ao3, so look me up there under the same name. But I'll still publish the chapters here! So bear with me, cause this ride is not over yet.

No beta, so sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes.

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Love,

S.