<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/7297/tzuhccaneoolbdb6g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong></div></div><br/>The key to crowd control is having a crowd that is controllable.  I decide that Taffy is a. . . a . . . recidivist.  I have no doubt that an illegal search of her abode would uncover lots of troublemaking things—perhaps one of those Guy Somebody masks?<br/><br/>Besides being unruly, I’m now concerned at alternatives to acupuncture.  Whatever is being contemplated is surely wet and wet is . . . anathema to my outfit!<br/><br/>No doubt someone thrives on being a Steffy scourge; that’s easily determined as she throws points after points to the dartboard.  “Let me just say that I cannot afford to get this outfit wet.  It’s leather and, well, I won’t be able to return it if it’s wet.”<br/><br/>I wonder if I’ve somehow induced silence in Courtney.  We need some scoring team throws, some encouragement, some counter-attacking!<em>We do not need someone saying ‘I want Steffy to waitress’.</em>This of course is communicated in a calm, beguiling look by me.<br/><br/>Maybe.   Maybe.  No.  I reject the possibility of a drinking-vodka-shots contest.  I mean Jaclyn is smallish, but she’s definitely a shot champ.<br/><br/>I ask Mechelle, “Can one change darts mid-comp?”  Depending what’s said, I may go for new ones or accuse Taffy of a switcheroo.<br/><br/>While my mind is revving faster and faster, it’s being constrained by less and less options.<br/>