Gaston - Beauty and the Beast
"SEVEN!" Charming bellowed as he stormed in through the front door of his mansion, slamming the door and stomping his feet in the process.
"Yes, sir?" Seven questioned as he calmly walked into the foyer to meet the the hot-headed mayor. Charming started aggressively pulling at the sleeves of his coat until it was peeled off and hurled it into the hands of the small dwarf.
"I need a drink." Charming demanded as he growled and stomped to the couch in the next room. Seven gave a small smile towards the handsome mans back. The mayor wasn't the nicest man he'd ever met, but Seven saw the good in him that no one else did. And his mood swings often gave entertainment into his otherwise boring life here in Ferryport Landing.
The small man hung the jacket onto the coat rack and went into the kitchen to get the former prince's favorite drink - straight scotch. He found the prince sitting in his favorite royal purple couch with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He placed the cup of dark brown liquor into his hands, and sat down on the footrest next to the prince. A couple sips into his drink and he knew that the prince would babble out his most recent annoyances.
"The gall of that girl!" Charming suddenly growled out as he set his lips into a tight line and balled his fist into a ball.
"I assume that you're talking about Ms. Snow, your highness. Am I correct?" Seven says as he folds his hands and places them into his lap.
"Yes, I'm talking about Snow! Who else would I be talking about, Seven?"
The dwarf hid his smile inside at the outburst of the prince. He knew how their relationship worked - very well, actually. He was used to hearing belligerent outburst from Charming about the beautiful woman.
Despite the giggles that Seven felt just under the surface, he was able to compose himself and continue his rehearsed conversation with his boss. "What happened?"
"She humiliated me, in front of everyone!" Charming screamed as he threw his hand that was free of alcohol into the air. "I simply asked her to dinner, and she denied me! In front of half of the town!" He continued as he downed the remains of his drink.
"Would you like another drink, your highness?" Seven asked as he stood up to go to reach for his now-empty glass.
"What good would it do, Seven?" The prince sighed as his back sank into the cushions of the couch. "Not even scotch could make me forget about the impudence of that vile woman." He grumbled as his fingers tightened around the thick glass.
"Is that really the best word to describe Snow White as your highness - impudent?" Seven said as he took the glass and placed it onto the table beside the couch. He went back to his assigned seating on the footrest, and looked up at the prince waiting for him to continue.
"Yes! I have been the perfect gentleman, Seven. I acted exactly how you said I should - the way that you said would get her to forgive me. I was patient, kind, polite, gave her space….everything!" The prince fumed as he stood up and started pacing living room. "And she still had the audacity to deny me!"
"You shouldn't be so upset, Mr. Charming. You can't allow this little incident to get you this upset. She'll come to you when she's ready." Seven calmingly said as he trailed back to the kitchen to fill the prince's cup with alcohol. He handed the cup up towards the prince, but he eyed it carefully for several seconds before he grabbed it and started sipping on the glass once again.
"You really think she'll come around, Seven?" Charming said as he stared out into space and continuously sipped his scotch.
"Of course, boss. I mean think about it - you're the handsomest guy in this town! Any lady would consider themselves lucky to be with you." Seven said as he took the cuff links off of the man's sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows. Seven wasn't foreign to the routine the prince preferred when he was in one of his moods.
"Really?" Charming asked as the corners of his mouth lifted into a drunken smile. Seven once again withheld his laughter; flattery always did seem to lift the prince out of his 'woe is me' spirits.
"Sure, your highness! You've run your own kingdom, lead wars - and won those wars might I add - you're handsome, strong, diplomatic and just an overall catch." Seven gave his speech - some mixture of truth and fabrication - to appease his boss as the handsome man continued to sip his drink, gradually increasing the size of his smile.
"You're right, Seven! I could have any woman in this town!" he slurred as he found his way back into his seat.
"You kind of already have had every woman in this town, sir." Seven laughs out as he goes over and pulls the boots off of the prince's feet.
"Exactly! Snow should consider herself lucky that she has my attention. She must be even more idiotic than I assumed. You've enlightened me, Seven." Charming drolled out as the liquor made it's final way into his system.
"The point of this wasn't to discredit Ms. White, your majesty. It was to remind you that you shouldn't be discouraged by her withdrawal. I was hoping you'd understand that your reputation should match your attitude, and it would bring her to you." Seven replied as he stood as he looked at the prince slumped into his chair.
"I don't know, Seven. I'm quickly getting tired of this never ending chase. Like you said, I'm a catch! The greatest that there is! The most intriguing specimen of Everafter she'll find, and I'm wasting it on one princess." Charming said, though Seven had a hard time understanding the words between his heavy, drunk tongue and slurs.
"Whatever you feel is best, sir." Seven agreed as he walked back into the kitchen as he saw the prince's eyes drift close. The dwarf didn't even make it 10 feet before he heard the bellows of the prince once again.
"Seven, do you think if I pursued someone else Snow would get jealous?" Charming yelled back as the slurring in his words increased.
"Oh, boy." Seven sighed as he rolled his eyes and turned around to aid is boss in drunken and heartbroken stupor.