<br/><div class="floatright">(https://www.metro.us/sites/default/files/main/articles/2017/10/10/luke-evans.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Gaston LeGume<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday, March 1st | 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaston's - Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>LeFou<br/><br/>Gaston's eyes slowly fluttered open as consciousness slowly returned to his large, powerful body. He squinted a bit at the light in the room and heard a squeaking voice holler (much too loudly for Gaston's liking), "I'll get the blinds, Gaston!" Gaston shut his eyes and waited a moment or two as he heard the electronic shutters being activated to slide shut and seal the tavern back into darkness. As he waited, he arched his back, stretching, waking up more and more with each passing second. Once he perceived the light was (mostly) gone, he risked opening his eyes again.<br/><br/>In the dim gloom of the tavern, Gaston noted the large pile of empty beer flasks in front of him. He hadn't fallen asleep in his bed, he was still sitting in his lordly throne-like chair at the head of his personal table in the tavern. He must have passed out from drinking...<br/><br/>He slowly stood up, stretching his neck from one side to the other as his administrative assistant, LeFou came bounding up to him. "Good morning, Gaston!" LeFou said cheerily. Gaston waved a hand at him dismissively, shooing him away. He needed some water, anything, to get rid of the cottonmouth taste he had. He moved over to the long bar, flipped up the waiters door and moved to one of the deep sinks. There , he cranked the cold water on full blast and dunked his head under it. After about a minute of drinking and soaking in the cold water, Gaston turned off the faucet and straightened up, flipping his mid-length black hair back as his did so - sending a spray of water droplets all over the tavern.<br/><br/>LeFou bounded up onto the bartop and began to talk, "You have a lunch appointment with Mr.McDuck, then at 4pm, we need to be over at your agent's to discuss some new commercial spots and then you have a date with Miss Bethany for dinner." Gaston glowered at LeFou, who paused, not sure why the big man looked so angry with him.<br/><br/>Gaston stood there, hair dripping wet, his shirt slowly getting more and more wet, arms crossed, scowling at LeFou until the small man suddenly shouted, "A TOWEL! One second Gaston! I got it!" LeFou rushed to one side of the bartop - teetered on the edge a moment, then collapsed onto the floor with a loud crashing sound that caused Gaston to wince and cover his ears with annoyance. LeFou apologized, leaped up and struggled to find a bar towel. After knocking over - and breaking several glasses, he sheepishly handed Gaston the fetched towel (which incidentally, was within Gaston's reach when this whole thing started).<br/><br/>Gaston SNATCHED it from LeFou and glowered at him once more, before slowly drying (carefully) his beautiful locks of hair. "Cancel all my appointments." He said with a bored tone.<br/><br/>"Cancel your..." LeFou looked dumbfounded. "You can't... I mean, you can't cancel on Mr. McDuck, Gaston..." LeFou said carefully.<br/><br/>"Why not?" Gaston asked, moving to the large mirror behind the bar  to look at himself.<br/><br/>"It... it's rude? I mean, he doesn't see just anyone... If you want the loan-"<br/><br/>Gaston cut him off. "I don't care about the loan anymore. I decided I don't want a helicopter landing pad on the roof."<br/><br/>"Don't want..." LeFou tried to take in the information. "But, still, it would be rude to cancel! Just go- enjoy lunch and make friends! Mr. McDuck can be a great ally!"<br/><br/>"Nah." Gaston replied, waving his hand again. "I don't want to do anything today. I've got a headache and - just want to enjoy some fresh air." That said, Gaston moved toward the private elevator that went up to his apartment above the tavern. "Make sure you get this place cleaned up and ready to open." Gaston said as the elevator doors shut behind him.<br/><br/>An hour later, Gaston, showered, cleaned up and looking spiffy as ever, moved to his private garage and hoped into his Jeep. Firing up the engine, he paused and glanced at his phone, debating where to go - what to do. He flipped thought his contact list, wondering which lucky lady he would be visiting today.<br/>