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Disclaimer: I'm only borrowing some characters and bits and pieces from Jane Austen's original Pride and Prejudice.

Chapter 2

At around 10 o'clock that night, the group of four entered their usual nightclub to be greeted by a foggy wall of pulsing music and dozens upon dozens of dancing bodies enjoying a night out.
"What do you guys want? My shout." Becky asked her friends when they neared the bar.
"I'll have a Cosmo!"
"Beer, please."
"Ooooh I want one of those" – here Charlotte pointed at someone who was walking past them holding two cocktail glasses of this reddish-pinky coloured concoction – "tropical looking cocktails, thanks Becks."
"Okay, so a Cosmo for Jane, beer for Steve and one of those thingies for Charlotte. Char, do you have any idea what they're called?"
"Nope… Maybe we should go find that person that just walked by, perhaps? Or you can ask the bartender. He should know if you described it to him. But if he doesn't recognise it, then I'll have a Vodka Tonic."
"Okay, you guys go find a table if you can and I'll come find you when I've got the drinks."

ooOoo

Becky arrived at their table with a drink-laden tray, to find two perfect strangers sitting with her friends. Surreptitiously raising an eyebrow to Jane while putting the drinks down on the table, she silently demanded an explanation.
"Oh, Becks, these guys couldn't find a spare table, so they asked to join ours. I hope this is okay for you?" Jane explained. "Becks, these are Charles and Darcy. Charlie, Darcy, this is my sister, Beck."

Becky eyed the two gentlemen cautiously. Although the rather dim lighting of the club made it hard for her to make out the exact features of the two men, it was obvious that both were quite young, one was fair and the other was dark. Due to the fact that they were sitting, she could not tell their height, but she guessed them to be rather tall, the dark haired gentleman seemed to be the taller of the two. It did not escape her notice that the fair gentleman, introduced as Charles, seemed to be subtly staring at Jane, while the other, Darcy, seemed to have a permanent scowl chiselled onto his stone-like countenance. Hmmm… I wonder what got up his butt today. Darcy, Darcy, where have I heard that name before?

Her eyes widened as she remembered that Will's last name had been Darcy. Quickly assessing the man sitting before her again, she wondered if they were the same person. She only knew one Darcy, but it was a common enough name, right? This Darcy had been introduced as Darcy, so it must be his first name. It could not possibly be her William. It was too much of a coincidence. She didn't remember Will to be quite so tall, although admittedly, he had been quite tall when she had last seen him five years ago and he could have grown. But this Darcy looked so… she could not find the right word to describe him. Haughty? Intimidating? She finally settled on boorish. Her Will was always cheerful and smiled a lot. Not to mention that he would recognise her, wouldn't he? And so far there had been no spark of recognition in his eyes. No. This was not the same Darcy. It was impossible.

The eyes and minds of the two gentlemen had not been idle either during Becky's silent appraisal. Each had formed their own opinion of the table occupants, and now this latest arrival. Charles was a glass half full kind of person and immediately came to the conclusion that both of the girls at the table were uncommonly pretty, but the blonde girl, Jane, sitting next to the man, Steve, was an absolute angel. He sincerely hoped that Steve was not her boyfriend, and that she was currently unattached. He briefly examined the girl with the drinks. She, too, was very pretty, although not as pretty as Jane. She reminded him slightly of a pixie with her large eyes.

Darcy however, was every suspicious of strangers and rather cynical about humanity, given his wealth and unfortunate attraction of gold-digging mercenaries to his person like bees to honey. Although the three people at the table looked ordinary enough, he was careful to put up his guard regardless of their appearances, as even the most innocent looking people had a propensity for scheming. The endless days spent defending his bachelor title against matchmaking matrons had taught him that lesson at least. Of the new girl, he thought she looked not a day over sixteen years old, and briefly wondered how on Earth she had made it past the bouncer. She was of a short stature and slight build, with long dark hair and a pair of big eyes. The way that she had been eyeing him and Charles up was not a very good sign. With his luck, she had probably recognised him from the tabloids or something and was going to take this chance to sink her claws into him.

After a brief moment of silence, Becky smiled and held out her hand to first Charles and then, out of politeness, to Darcy. Nice, firm handshakes. They've probably had heaps of practice, judging by their suits. It was true that both men were wearing expensive custom-made suits that night, sans their ties. They made a rather odd picture, dressed in formal attire while in a nightclub. Their suits made them stick out like your hair when you've just woken up.
"Nice to meet you Charles; Darcy."
"And same to you, Beck. Thank you for sharing your table with us. We really appreciate it," Charles answered enthusiastically. Darcy only gave her a nod, his face remaining passive. Well, nice to meet you, too pokerface. Not even a hi out of common courtesy? Rude!

ooOoo

Later on in the night, Becky was just returning to their table from the bar when she overheard a conversation between Charles and Darcy.
"Darcy, could you not take out that stick in your backside for five minutes and at least try to have fun?" Charles said to his friend, clearly exasperated with Darcy's brooding.
"Fun?" Becky could practically hear the rest of his sentence: At a place like this? Preposterous!
"Yes, you know, the thing most people come to a club for? Come on! You look stupid sitting here all by yourself. Why don't you dance with Beck?"
"Charles, you know how I hate being in public places. I hate it even more when there are lots of people around. And you want me to dance? In a public place? With lots of people? You've taken practically everything that makes me uncomfortable and squished it into one! Are you trying to make me die of embarrassment?" Becky started at this speech. Maybe he's… shy?!
"And," Darcy continued, "I suppose she is tolerable to look at. But definitely not good enough for me to dance with even if I did like to make a fool of myself in public. Besides, she's nothing more than a child! I wonder that her friends are so irresponsible to bring an under aged person to this place."

Becky bristled at hearing herself and her friends being defamed in this way. Even being shy doesn't excuse this kind of behaviour! With that thought, marched over to the two men, the drink that she had gone to the bar for was held in her hand. As they spotted her approaching when she came near enough to them, she accidently tripped on a – non-existent – uneven tile. Darcy, being the closer of the two to her, tried to catch her as she stumbled. However, he only succeeded in turning himself – or rather his expensive suit – into a sponge and soaked up the full tumbler of dark red liquid.

The liquid had spread all over not only Darcy's dark blazer, but also the light blue shirt underneath. She mumbled a half-hearted "Oh, I'm so sorry! Let me go get you some towels or something" before turning around and fleeing from the scene, feeling quite satisfied with her revenge. She could not help the gleeful smirk that crept into her face when she pictured in her mind his expression turn into one of utter shock and then embarrassment at the accident. However, she did return a while later with the promised wad of paper towels. She felt a little bit sorry for her actions when she remembered that he had tried to catch her when she 'stumbled'. Maybe he was a little bit nice after all?