| The pub took on new life....The up and about crowd lined the bar and ordered peppermint schnapps and licorice sticks. Chattering about the points they missed, the directors blind eyes, and the lack of enthusiasm of the crowd. Arcon walked into the bar and ordered Creme de Menthe and proposed a toast. "gentlemen, ladies [ahem], I'd like to congradulate everyone on a fine afternoon, you all did a great job in a ballroom without a fan and blind directors, you are to be commended!" "Here Here" croaked Lafite from the back of the room, "here here" he belted his whisky straight and sat bolt right, little tears of whiskey steam forming in the corners of his eyes. "not used to strong drink" noted the bartender to no-one in particular. "mango, get overhere, what a horrible bout, did you really have to kill hiim?" "Ha! yelled Mango, yes I did"....'you deserve another drinky pooh for that..."bartender, another one for the lady [ahem]. Mango sashayed yonder to the bartender for her little drinky pooh, while the rest of the men slobbered down into their seats. A few other women fencers were present and raised a ruckus in the back...."HEY! "HEY, what about us?" We want to make a toast to!!!"
Arcon looked patiently toward the group of women huddled in the corner, "Well then, let's hear it!"
Magma stood up "well, here we are and here we'll stay, one for all and all for one, a cheer for all of you fine fellows"
All cheered and tossed down their peppermint schnapps and retired to the lounge where they chewed on cigars, and talk about their worst bout and their best bouts. The directors with blind eyes, had gone by now and all was serene and quite. Suddenly, | 
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