![]() Thus far the whole evening in the hot, smoky, pack-out tavern had been the same an opportunity for Gaston to re-establish his pride after his humiliation at the hands of Belle earlier that day. After that the only polite thing to do was extend the same courtesy to his other supporters and reclaim his manhood by kicking their assess too. It had been necessary really earlier that little ass-wipe Lefou had thrown a mug of beer all over him (accidentally but what did that matter?) so Gaston had been forced to send him bouncing off the ceiling with a mighty thump of his huge fist. Gaston smirked and puffed out his enormous chest, feeling flush at his own ability to beat four grown men into pathetic submission without incurring a single scratch himself. On the table the four men (Dick, Tom, Harry and Stanley) lay in a groaning pile of bruised limbs and blacked eyes, having just had the shit well and truly kicked out of them. Gaston untangled himself from the Cronies and stood proudly over the scene of battle.
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