AN: Hooray for Mr. Darcy's first impressions! Hopefully you all feel that I've done justice to their first meeting and the cleverness of Lizzy combined with the awkward haughtiness of Darcy. Excited to hear everyone's thoughts after these two chapters, so read and review please! Thanks in advance!
Oh, and since I've forgotten to include this memo thus far: I don't technically own any of Jane Austen's characters or her plot lines, but luckily, since all of JA's works are now part of the public domain, I'm technically not breaking copyright laws anyway. :o)
Mid-chortle, Sam was jostled, well accosted really, by a tanned male hand decorated with a Bulgari wristwatch and, thankfully, attached to a gorgeous head full of silky, dark curls. "Whoa there buddy! I usually like to learn a guy's name before I let him grab me there." Sam smirked and exaggeratedly winked at the very attractive, and although likely unintentionally, very inappropriate male specimen standing before her. Upon closer inspection, which she certainly took advantage of given their intimate proximity—it was pretty crowded at this gala—the man had the chiseled features and well groomed body to match his enticing coif and eager appendages.
Clearly confused by her suggestive, playful dialogue, the 'fingers crossed' hopefully charming fellow looked down and realizing that his left hand had most certainly been caught in an accidental boob graze stuttered an inaudible apology and stared at Sam wide-eyed. Trying to alleviate his obvious embarrassment, Sam patted his arm—the left hand had removed itself from her chest but remained in the vicinity, after all, it was literally like being in can of sardines here!—laughed, put out her right hand, and said, "It's okay. No harm, no foul. I'm Sam Dawson, by the way, and this is Lotti Lucas."
He shook her outstretched hand somewhat limply, which definitely surprised her, and returned to looking searchingly about the room. "And you are?" Sam prompted when the mysterious, yet handsome groper remained silent.
"Oh, I apologize. I'm William Darcy."
"And what escape plan were you attempting to execute when you encountered our brilliant chiffon roadblock Mr. Darcy?"
He chuckled briefly and looked her full in the face for the first time, replying, "I'd been hoping to escape a low brow fortune hunting 'Real Housewife' who'd cornered me and my mate by that gaudy champagne fountain."
Following his gaze, Sam glanced in the direction he'd just indicated with a nod of the head and was hoping, well praying really, that her suspicions would be disproved. But alas, they'd been confirmed instead. For there, clothed in bright purple sparkles and clutching Becca and an attractive young man in her Stalin-like grip, was Elaine Dawson.
"Oh, so you've met my mother then," Sam said with a small laugh, hoping to cover up the mortification she really felt. Wishing rather than discerning that this meet cute was to be a charming anecdote she and William Darcy could regale their friends with later on, Sam watched his previously handsome features change from a look of surprise to one of condescension and mild disgust.
"Oh, I didn't realize." While his words could have been perceived as concerned, his tone definitely spoke more to bile rising into one's throat. "Well, I really must be off," he said tersely and without waiting for her reply, strode away towards the exit.
