Title: What's a rule for, anyway? Author: Cyber Moggy Summary: Yet more characters are attempting to get past Doorkeeper Polly for a quiet drink in the 'Round. She's not making it easy, even if he does have a sword. Everybody watched with bated breath as Polly fenced furiously with the masked man. She was good, it was true, but he was better. He, however, was a gentleman - a fact Polly was using to her advantage. She took every opportunity she could to distract him with a flash of breast, or frilly knicker bottom. "Dammit, Senor Zorro," she grated as she neatly diverted another attempt to relieve her of her clip board. "You've never been in a crossover, you're not on my list, and you're not getting in!" He stopped, and she hugged her clipboard to her heaving chest. "Perhaps next time," he bowed. She glared at him furiously. "I wish they'd never discovered that loophole in the crossovers rule," she said. He took her hand, and kissed it. "I shall buy you a drink," he promised, gazing deeply into her eyes. She caught her breath. "Is that a promise?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. "It is a promise," he assured her, and slipped away into the darkness. "How did it go?" Westley asked Zorro, stepping out from behind a tree. "All we need now is for somebody to write one more drabble," Zorro grinned, "and we're in."