Darcy sighed, standing ackwardly as his friend began to chit chat with two ladies. The eldest Bennets I suppose, he thought to himself. Darcy let his gaze wander over to Elizabeth, but quickly looked away. The young man towerd over almost everyone in the room, and felt very ackward just standing there. His tightly fastend cravat was almost coking him, and the stuffiness of the room began to make him perspire. Darcy waited to be spoken to, before he would say anything.
I am quitting CS, sorry to everyone I rp with.
I just can't keep up on this website anymore, I am sorry it's so abrupt.