LEFOU.
LeFou gave an offended expression, hand resting over his heart. “Beau, who do you take me for? I know I may not be the most reputable guy you’ll meet, but I’m not one to take bets when it comes to matters such as this. Plus, Gaston would never lose a bet if it involved getting a kiss from you oh no,” he said, shaking his head before taking a drink. “And, though the idea of spiting someone as great as Gaston himself, you can see for yourself that I am not in the top condition to take on those repercussions.” He explained it simply, as if it were obvious. But, he was still a bit offended that Beau thought so poorly of him. Yet, Beau also had a good mind to considering LeFou’s not so stellar track record with one large and handsome counterpart. “I did it because I wanted to.” It was easy to admit these things with the liquid courage in his hand, though he was very much aware and not at all drunk.
LeFou had a point there, Gaston was not someone who was willing to just lay down and let someone take what he had claimed as his for years on end. Though it was still a bit difficult for the boy to believe that other did it simply because he wanted to, the other not having gone to the leaps and bounds that Gaston had when it came to proving himself and his obvious ( yet annoying ) interest in him. But, what did he really expect? It was easy to be overshadowed when you were in the company of an ego and personality as big as Gaston’s. A shaky breath fell from Beau’s rosy lips as he carded his fingers through his hair, unsure whether he should be bold enough to steal another kiss. No matter how nice it may have felt, LeFou had been drinking after all The last thing he wanted was to become a regret once the morning sun had risen. “Prove it,” he stated plainly, wanting the other to venture and claim another kiss when he was challenged to do so.
