Present day ~ December 3rd
He looked up again, staring at LeFou intensely. His gaze could almost cut through his friend’s clothes, skin, and muscles. The (well deserved) compliment that LeFou had just honored him with had caused an unexpected reaction in Gaston. Even though there was a small light deep inside, there was a disappointment on Gaston’s face. “Obviously.” He replied curtly. He drew his eyebrows down and sighed as if it wasn’t obvious at all. “Everyone admires me - that’s normal. Everyone…” he tensed his jaw. “… except Belle.” He exhaled through his nose. He bent his hands into fists and clenched them so hard his fingers became burgundy. His neck muscles tensed with anger. “I was misunderstood, rejected, and insulted by my wife, LeFou.” He groaned through his teeth. “It was not right.” He shook his head, spinning his little ponytail around. The events of last night returned to him with redoubled force. The anger grew even more powerful. How could she? Treat him like that! SCANDAL! And if Gaston wasn’t in public, he certainly wouldn’t be trying to keep his emotions in check. Instead, with all his might, he tried to calm down. He was taking quick, short breaths… but putting himself in a state of peace was more difficult than lifting weights in the gym (which he tried to go to every day - not that he needed it, of course).
Gaston didn’t take his penetrating gaze off LeFou as his friend nervously tried to withdraw his earlier statement. Gaston found the commitment with which he was explaining himself ridiculous. However, irritation reigned on the face of the more handsome one. “Yes. Yes.” Gaston was judging his friend’s explanation. As if he was the all-knowing and ultimate judge who would decide on matters of importance of life and death. He scratched his chin, which showed small roots of stubble that added a bit of roughness to that picture-perfect Gaston. “Of course I am. There is nothing in the world that I am not brilliant at." He recognized. It was his final judgment. LeFou didn’t have to worry. Gaston gave him a small smile… barely visible as if some unknown force in his head prevented him from showing his friend any more admiration.
Hearing the clicking of porcelain, Gaston looked up with interest. Maybe his companion concluded that this awful coffee suited his taste buds after all. Whatever it was, Gaston preferred it over staring at the phone incessantly. “LeFou, what are you-” Gaston started… only now noticing that the man sitting across from him took a sip of his coffee. Gaston’s face froze. He didn’t know how to react to what had just happened before his very eyes. LeFou turned beet red, and terror was almost pouring out of his little pupils. The embarrassment had obviously has been following him since he was a child. But LeFou was always doing something stupid. The curse of the surname, probably.
Gaston grunted. “Is this some absurd joke?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. Gaston didn’t like to not understand something. His companion’s behavior was incomprehensible to him, and it made his blood boil even harder. The man wondered why LeFou just took a sip from Gaston’s cup. Perhaps he was making fun of him? He must have found Gaston accidentally taking another sip of that terrible drink hilarious. The man snorted aggressively. “Do you find my behavior funny?” he revealed his thoughts. After all, Gaston rarely kept anything for himself. Especially at times when he felt his ego and impeccable reputation were being attacked by pathetic jealousy.
LeFou seemed to understand the plan perfectly. Very good. “Great.” Gaston patted his friend gratefully on the back. “Just don’t forget about anything. Everything must go according to plan." He smiled to himself. And it was a sinister smile. “We have to be prepared for Belle’s arrival. She will visit us today." He hoped the words would positively surprise his friend. His wife hardly ever showed up at the tavern. Gaston attempted to convince her to do that… tried to signal that she should go there with him, but somehow it never worked out. However, it was different now, for Gaston was 100% sure Belle would show up today. She will enter through the wooden door, wearing a blue dress with her hair braided in a messy ponytail - but that will only add to her charm. With a grateful step, she will approach him, and all eyes will be on her. And everyone will envy him for having such a wonderful and beautiful wife. Gaston smiled dreamily. “That’s why, my dear LeFou… you have to make sure that nobody says anything or destroys the whole thing. Belle needs to remember this evening as best as possible. It must be an event worthy of my name!"
@ethereal ~ Marcel LeFou
I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE SO OOPS~