The moment the grownups started talking Puck got bored. He ran off to a table where a numbers runner by the name of Blake was sitting. Puck put his last piece of money on a bare knuckles fight that would be going on tonight. Then he found the table that Mab always sat at, it was at the corner of the club. Very big. He sat down and yelled out.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>"Hey LEN, feed a poor starvin boy already!" </strong></span></span>Puck was aware he had just eaten but a boy like him always had to try to get a little extra. Len looked at him through the club that was picking up and gave him a gesture that was none to pleasant.<br/><br/>Then the door swung open and dressed in his finest was Fredricks Mab with the lovely Hema draped on his arm. He was very pleased to see that the gang was all hear. He walked forward, taking them all in with his eyes. They had all grown and changed in their own ways. They were all such pretty people still, he only hoped they still had talent.<br/><strong><br/>"Good evening, old friends, it has been to long. It is a shame that our captains untimely demise is what it took for us to gather again, but that is past. I have gathered you all together because of the future. I have a table in the back."</strong>he said. He gave each of them big hugs when he came close. To the ladies he gave gently hugs that were followed by kisses on the cheek. To the men he gave hearty hugs but ones still filled with affection. He had spent ten years waiting for this day. He was quite pleased indeed.