"Hey sis"

Gaston texted Lissa around 6:30 that evening.

"Yeah?" Lissa replied, curiously. "Is he mad? Did he figure it out? I hope not!"

"Not gonna be home for dinner. Model stuff. Gotta keep my pristine image gracing those magazines, you know"

Lissa cringed. "Ugh. So, he's not whining at me about getting dumped? Why isn't he being all dramatic, trying to get me to feel sorry for him? I don't get it.'Uhh...I thought you and Lefou had something to do?' " She texted.

"He's gonna give me a hand" Gaston replied.

"Well, good then. More for me!"

"More what?"

"Food! Duh 'No reply." Lissa sighed. She decided to text Lefou. "Hey"

"Hey!" Lefou answered.

"How's it going?"

"Okay. We're at the grill and bar tonight."

"Ohh...well, have a steak for me, k?"

"Will do!"

"Lefou, does Gaston know someone named Lydia?"

"Lydia? Hmm...oh, must be that Lydia."

"What Lydia?"

"Yeah, sure. She's one of the models in the studio."

Lissa puffed. "Uh huh. That's what I thought."

"Why?"

"I'll tell you...eventually."

"Why? Does she have a thing for him?"

"Oh shut up." Lissa groaned.

"Fine. Be that way."

"Okay. I will."

"Talk later." Lefou ended the text.

"K"

"Yeah. That sounds about right." Lissa flopped back down on the couch. "Get dumped, go drink a beer. Shoot some pool."

"Gaston, I think you've had enough." Lefou nudged Gaston's massive elbow sliding off the table at the bar.

"Nah." Gaston grunted, chugging down another beer. Some of the foam spilled onto his shirt.

"But, don't you have another photoshoot in the morning?" Lefou reminded him, beginning to feel slightly desperate.

"Uh huh."

"Gaston, you know what happens when you overdo it. Joe isn't going to be happy!" Lefou exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, Joe is just gonna have to suck it up."

"Bud, I thought you had a pretty good day."

"Did. Until she threw me away."

"Who? Lissa?"

"Nooo. That would be stupid."

"You mean Belle?"

"Ohh, Belle. Can't you just see her right now?"

"Uhh...nope?"

"If only she was here. Sitting on my lap, arms around my neck…"

"Over her dead body." Lefou whispered.

"Wha? What'd ya say, Lefou?" Gaston asked sluggishly.

"Nothing. I'm about done."

"No!" Gaston clenched Lefou's elbow dramatically. "It's never done. We'll never be done!"

"Uhh...okay. Want another beer?"

"Three!" Gaston replied brusquely.

Lissa walked inside the apartment, having just returned from the gym and was looking forward to some pizza Hot Pockets. Her phone dinged and she pulled it out of her blue-green striped yoga pants. She had a text message from Gaston,

"Hhiiii luvvvvv" it read.

"Uhh...what?" Lissa gawked. She typed back,

"What?"

"Yuuu bootifullllll..."

"Bro! Are you drunk?!" Lissa dialed.

"I not drunk, luv...why would I be drunk?"

"Uhh, 'cause that's what big stars do?" Lissa retorted. That was the excuse Gaston gave her every time he got intoxicated.

"I like you"

"That's…uhh...good to know"

"Lora…Loraluvloraluvlora..."

"Whoa! Slow down! Okay. Who's this Lora?" Lissa sputtered. "I think the big blockhead is buzzed. I wonder if this will get his attention." She replied,

"Who's Lora?"

"HaahahaHaHAhaah. Yous Lora. Who are you?" Gaston dialed absent-mindedly.

"Hmm." Lissa grinned wickedly.

"This is her husband! Who are you?" Lissa typed.

"Husband? No thx. Loraluvloraluv...Don't got no husband...loraluvloraluvloraluv...Nice to meet ya."

"Aaahh!" Lissa squawked, dropping to her knees, howling with laughter. Her stomach hurt from the pounding giggles. "OH MY GOSH! He's got to be drunk!" She rolled onto her side until the laughter finally wore off. "He will never remember this. I gotta screenshot these and save them for later." She sent a reply.

"Who are you? Have you been seeing my wife?! I am getting a restraining order against you, you miserable creep. And just so you know, I am blocking your number, so do not bother calling back!"

Lissa then called Lefou. "Hey, Lissa!" Lefou answered.

"Hey. How's it going?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Is Gaston drunk again?"

"Uhh...no?"

"I don't believe you."

"Aww. Why not?"

"He's sending me ridiculous texts."

"Ohh! Really? Sorry. Yeah, he's drunk."

"You think? Okay. But you should see these weird messages."

" 'Kay, but I think I'd better try to sober him up right now before they throw us out."

"You know he's not gonna let you drive."

"Well, he's had one too many." Lefou confessed.

"Something new, huh?" Lissa chided.

"Uhh...I gotta get off of here!" Lefou cried urgently. "Gaston's shoving the bartenders aside and heading for the fountain! He'll toss and shatter it if the make him irritated."

"Ooo. We wouldn't want that."

"Not funny. I don't wanna spend the night in the clinker. Gotta go!" Lefou hung up.

Lissa sighed, lounging on the couch. "Belle, Lydia, and now Lora. Next?"