A/N: I'm so sorry I promised you to update sooner and here I am, after an awfully long week. Sorry again... :(

15. The wild side.

"Come and take a walk in the wild side, Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain, You like your girls insane."

It was quite a strange journey, I should say, since Bingers was completely drunk and I wasn't far from rendering my own whiskey at any time.

George, as always, was smirking all along, bastard, and I was wobbling so my horse couldn't stand me on its back. So my "protector" had to steal the reins from me for approximatively one hour, before Charles asked for a stop, to, I quote, "wet the lovely plants of Dorset".

I myself got down the horse and sat on a rock not far from the road. I could see yellow dots dancing before my eyes, and I was starting to have a headache, but apart from that, I was more than happy to go to Snob's place with a big chance to make a mess into his living-room.

George sat beside me. "What are you thinking about, my dear?"

I shook my head to regain a little sense. "I was wondering if that would or not be a good idea to vomit on Darcy's favourite rug."

He chuckled. "You're so drunk, Angelina."

I pushed a finger to his chest. "You have nothing to say. I had my reasons."

It only made him mock me even more. "If I give you back to your cousin in such a state, she might emasculate me."

I laughed. "That would be such a shame. For Amanda."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course, for Miss Price."

Bingers then appeared from the bushes. "What are you doing? Come on, we have to go!"

He almost tripped thrice before reaching his horses, and George had to help him up, and then me, of course. But, as much as I wasn't sure I wouldn't faint before reaching our destination, I was better. So I took back the reins.

It went on for about three more hours, before we finally went out a wood and appeared in sight of an indecently big house, all glistening with the morning sun.

I turned to George. "Is that Pemberley? The place you grew up in?"

He winked. "I might show you my room, if you're nice."

I snorted and kicked my horse's side to reach the stables first. I heard Charles swear and yell to his own horse to go faster.

Finally I reached the main stairs. A lad soon approached to help me down and take my horse to the stables. I quickly thanked him before turning around and stare at the magnificent gardens. Four times bigger than Longbourne's, and still less cosy. It was cold, too squared. Pemberley had no soul. Like its owner, in fact.

Bingers reached me, and soon after George. I didn't acknowledge them, but still listened.

"Wickham? Why does that horse go backwards?"

"Bring yourself this way, sir. With your horse!"

I turned around to see that Charles had tried to get up on his saddle to get down. I restrained a laugh. He really was in a bad state, the poor man.

"Angelina? I might suggest you to quickly go refresh yourself in the lad's room next to the stables, I think your cousin's arriving."

I turned to see which direction George was pointing at, and I saw indeed three ladies coming from down the hill. And, seeing as one of them was yelling with the same exact tone as Mrs Bennett, I guessed that Amanda was effectively with them.

"Thanks George." And I ran to the described room.

There wasn't very much in there, just a table for the lads to eat diner, a sink to wash their dishes, but thankfully a mirror hanging before it, as if they had to trim their beards in there. Whatever.

I watched myself in the mirror. Awful. And I had spent the whole night with George looking like this? Darn it. My eyes were red from a lack of sleep, and my hair were a total mess. I quickly rearranged them, tapped on my cheeks to make them redder, and tried as much as possible to erase the effects of the alcohol by drinking tap water.

When I prepared myself to get back to the stables, I heard someone get in.

It was Amanda.

"You're a fool if you think Darcy will tolerate your presence here."

"Bingley came to me in pursuit of oblivion, and he found it for a pleasant evening and now he is delivered to Pemberley undamaged. Darcy is in my debt." I smirked to the thought. And then I realised that I had been doing that awfully often, eavesdropping. I gestures the thought away. I liked being indiscreet.

"House rules Wickham: Lydia: hands off, Georgiana: hands off big time!"

George huffed. "And no rules for your dear cousin, then?" I pushed the door a little too much because it cringed, but only he appeared to have heard it.

Amanda growled. "I think that, in spite of my many advice in the matter, Angelina has decided to do whatever she wants about you. I intend to leave her make her own mistakes while I deal with my own problems." He huffed again. "What?"

"This is good. You have chosen the man I precisely wanted you to choose. Swellerando, master of Pemberley. Brava!"

"I know why you want to do this. If you could somehow ingeener it that Darcy and I get married, then what happens to Frosty-Knickers?" I swallowed back a huff. Wickham? With Caroline Bingley the Bitch? No way!

Then, it made its way in my mind that, if I was to get back to London and leave George forever, he might probably settle for someone less boring and more good-looking than Lydia. But since Caroline was an Evil Bitch with a broom stuck up her you-know-where, I could only growl to the thought.

George seemed to have heard it again, and spoke louder. "I presume by that disparaging epithet that you refer to the sublime Miss Bingley." Come on, did I really hear that?

"She gets scooped up by you. You and your galloping bloody horse!"

"Caroline is rather rich. You know maybe she is the love of my life. And I could still keep your cousin as an entertainment for Sundays." I sighed in relief. It was a joke. Nothing else than a joke.

"You are repulsive!"

"Yes, that's the tone!"

And I heard Am' storming out of the stables, growling and, I guessed, clenching her hands to fists.

I got out of my hiding place.

George welcomed me with a concerned look. "Reassure me, Miss Johnson, you haven't believed a word I said, have you?"

I leaned against a wall and watched him with playful eyes. "In fact, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. You and Caroline, having blonde and bitchy babies, and me being the treat for Sundays." He smirked, seeing as I hadn't bought it. "But I still wonder how Amanda could have believed you."

He shrugged. "I think you might soon discover that your cousin and Darcy have a soft spot for each other."

"Oh, I knew that. And it's out of the question that, if Am' stays and marries him, I'm coming to live with her and Snob in the same house!"

His eyes glittered. "Snob? That's quite an appropriate adjective for Darcy's figure."

I then heard many noises outside. "I have to go. Amanda still doesn't know I've come with you. That will be rather a surprise, I'm sure. Oh, and, I can only advise you as she did: Georgiana: hands off big time." I added a sweet bitterness to my last sentence so that he understood that that point was still an obstacle between us.

And I stormed out.

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