This creature had saved his life even afterhe had tried to kill it. Even with the tree branch, he would stillprobably lose and the Beast would surely...kill him this time. To hissurprise, the Beast collapsed in the snow.Gaston smiled at his good fortune. He took the broken tree branch toslam it on the Beast's head. After he had killed the Beast, Belle wouldbe his. Still, Gaston's sense of honor was getting in the way. Hewanted to kill the Beast while he was awake and healthy. It would. " Did we... ?" We certainly did!" Was it on the snooker table in the pub?" No, our first ... umm ... assignation was over the bonnet of Louise's car in the pub car park; very cold, and very hot at the same time. The snooker table that you remember is here, down stairs in the besement."She smiled sweetly. "You have a very impressive cueing technique; you potted my pink at least four times, and you also potted my brown twice." What about reds?" That was after you had potted my pink so many. ' I said before I punched him hard in the face to send him reeling backwards and causing him to fall on his back. The boy in the blue polo shirt swung his fist and caught me on the jaw, but I didn't react other than to grab him by the collar and punch him in the face. As he sagged at the knees I held on to him to punch him in the stomach. 'Oof' he said as he bent forwards.'Oof?' I said 'Fucking oof?' Nobody oofs me' so I pulled him up towards me by his shirt collar and with my other hand. He has two paper bags in hand and offers them both to me. ‘What’s this?’ I ask. ‘Breakfast.’ ‘You bought me breakfast?’ ‘Nothing cures a hangover like a good hearty breakfast, in my experience, and you look like you could use one.’ We haven’t even slept together (yet) and he’s already buying me breakfast. I might not be able to eat much of it, but I’m oddly moved by the thought. ‘That’s very sweet of you. Thank you.’ We sit together and I devour as much of my breakfast as I can stomach. I.