#theseventhaddition

 As Roxanne gathered together the stuff she was taking with her to Ariel's dorm, she realized she'd never had a sleep over with anyone who wasn't Stacey. Which wasn't surprising or anything, it was just an oddity that Roxanne had never considered before. And it wasn't like Stacey was her only friend, not at all, Roxanne had tons of friends. Stacey was just the only one she'd ever spent a full 24 hours with but now she guessed she was adding Ariel to that last. 

 Roxanne genuinely liked Ariel, she was cool and they had similar interest. The only problem was that Ariel had never heard of Powerline, that was why they were having the sleep over in the first place, to right that horrendous wrong. Roxanne grabbed her portable turntable off the self, figuring Kiara wouldn't miss it much tonight (and if she did she was free to stop by Ariel's dorm and listen to music until the wee hours of the morning with them), she grabbed her phone, the 80s movies she watched about a thousand times, and the bags of candy she'd gotten a few hours earlier.

Gaston had fallen into his old habit of drinking enough to kill a grown man rather fast upon his return. It took exactly one night in this dreaded school and his old dorm before Belle started flooding back into his mind, again. He remembered kissing her in this dimly lit room, he remembered her reading to him in that library and he remembered skating with her out on the damned lake.

 All this, he had thought, meant that she loved him. 

 Alas, maybe he moved too fast yet again.

 Maybe proposing to her a second time around was a bit uncalled for but he couldn't help it. Gaston was terminally ill and the disease he carried was his love for Belle and his love for the LeFous' home-brewed scotch.

 Gaston was a heavy weight, it took a lot to get him piss-poor drunk but in about an hour he'd skulled an entire shiny bottle of scotch. In the end, he felt better about mostly everything except sitting in his damned leather armchair feeling sorry for himself.

 This is when he dumbly decided the wander the school grounds, stumbling about and whistling a tune to himself. At this point in his drunken merriment, Gaston and the village goons would all be out in the woods or chasing girls about the tavern. Here, however, Gaston had no friends.

Nothing like chocolat chaud on a cold autumn's night.

In your eyes, the light the heat. In your eyes, I am complete. In your eyes, I see the doorway to a thousand churches. In your eyes, the resolution of all the fruitless searches. In your eyes...