milliways_bar | Wolf, meet Gaston.

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Wolf, meet Gaston.

See the ~~man~~ ~~animal~~ Wolf walking around, occasionally cleaning tables as they need to be.

There is something different about him, today.

He's wearing jeans. Dark ones. They go well with the dark red button-up shirt. His tail is sticking out of the jeans, just below the hem. Hmm. Must be Milliways jeans.

Why yes, Virginia did decide to see what he would look like in modern clothes.

~~If you ask her, he looks pretty damn good.~~

Summary: Wolf wears mundy clothes! Woohoo! Gaston approaches Wolf about being the next Lefou. Wolf declines his offer, and tries to go back to work. Gaston sees tail, flips out. In the following series of comments, these things happen: Venkman shows up to provide ~~comic relief~~help, Wolf gets his life threatened a few times, Wolf calls Faith over, Edmund shows up, Virginia and the unborn baby get threatened, Wolf gets Rather Upset and "wolfs out," Garion shows up, there are a few attempted attacks, and Gaston gets his ass kicked and is: tied up with Faith's bra, bitchslapped by a hysterical Virginia, and hauled off to the clinker.

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"Hullo, my good sir!" Gaston said to the man, not noticing the tail at first. He looked thoroughly stupid--a likely candidate to be his next yesman, like Lefou.

Wolf pauses, turning to face whoever addressed him.

...Oh. It was the guy who showed up earlier and burst into song. ...Definitely a macho weirdo, that one. He had the air of a "Hero." Not a good one, either.

Oh well, must be polite. After all, he's new.

"Yes, can I help you?" He inquires politely.

"Perhaps you can," Gaston said. "Can you sing?" He flexed his arm. "And are you in awe of me?" Since he was superior in every way and all.

Wolf looks a little dubious.

"Yes, I can sing," he says, watching the muscle bulge with a bit of, shall we say, skepticism?

Ooh, ooh. Let's see if Gaston knows sarcasm.

"Oh, yes man, I am completely astounded by you; you are all that I strive to be!"

Superior in every way. Yeeeeeeah. You keep on thinking that.

"Wonderful! I now declare you to be my best friend. THat means you get to sing about how great I am," Gaston told him. "In return, you can have women when I'm done with them! I can set you up with some very beautiful ladies."

In time they will flock to him, after all.

"Reaaaaaally now."

Wolf smiles charmingly, and says, "I'll have to pass." After a moment, he adds, "I'm already engaged to the most wonderful, gorgeous woman there is. I don't need your hand-me-downs. But thanks anyway!" With that, he turns and heads back toward the kitchen.

Engaged to a beauty. Lucky devil. But she'll just betray him in the end, turn him down for some horrible--

"BEAST!"

He had a tail! Gaston saw it as he walked away. He had a tail!

He was some sort of monster, and he was engaged to a beauty?

Hatred welled up in Gaston's gut and he jumped up from his seat and strode over to Wolf, getting around and in front of him. "How dare someone as monstrous as you show your face in a place like this, where there are women and children!" he snarled.

Wolf blinks, stopping in his tracks. The hair on the back of his neck rises and his tail stiffens. He raises an eyebrow and looks back over his shoulder to watch the clueless piece of meat stomp toward him.

"Excuse me?" Wolf looks up at Gaston, still, for some ungodly moronic reason, trying to apply common sense to the man.

He must be from someplace like the Kingdoms.

Yup, knew he was a Hero type.

"You're in my way, and I would like to get back to work," Wolf points out, peevishly.

"You? Work?" Gaston laughed a barking laugh. "I know your sort. You're a monster. Hiding away, stealing our women--" My woman.

There was a far-too-personal hatred in Gaston's eyes. Far, far too personal, for someone he had just met.

He pressed forward, getting in Wolf's face.

"--Beasts like you should be put down."

It should be noted that he was a few heads taller than Wolf, and quite, quite strong.

He also looked slightly insane.

Peter finished his talk with Ray, and had heard some yelling coming from nearby. Looked things were about to get very ugly, and that taller guy had this nasty, downright murderous look in his eyes.

"Hey, tall, dark, and snarly. Mind scaling it back a peg or three?"

((OOC: If you want Pete to back off, let me know.))

Staring up at Gaston, Wolf stiffens. His lips pull back from his teeth and for a moment, his eyes flash a different colour. Indeed, this confrontation is getting far too personal.

What he wouldn't give to have had this creep show up two days ago.

But, he didn't. So...

Calmly, he holds up a finger in the universal signal of "gimme a minute."

"If you'll excuse me for a second." Wolf takes a step back, scans the bar for a certain set of faces, and spots one. "FAITH!" When she looks over, he gestures. "Over here, please!" He calls to her.

Turning back, he waves his hand as though indicating something to a small, slightly-retarded child. "Go ahead, continue."

"Quickly, man!" Gaston said to Venkman. "Grab a torch or pitchfork and round up whatever men you can, so we can clear this brute out!" Gaston bellowed.

"You can call whoever you like! We'll make short work of you!" Gaston replied. He remembered the no violence rule, however, so he kept from shoving him or anything, even though he dearly wanted to.

The key was to get a whole bunch of people in on it. That would make Gaston even more right.

"Actually, I think we need to clear _you_ out, buddy." He glanced at Wolf, and thought he saw something unusual, but he blinked and shook his head. The fact was this screaming guy looked more like a bully. And Peter's dealt with his share of bullies. "The only brute I see here is you, so let's talk about channel that anger into alternate avenues. Maybe find some ladies to talk to, huh?"

Here's a lady!

...

Well. Here's a Faith, anyway. Grabbing Gaston by the seat of the pants and hauling him bodily away from Wolf, whom she greets with, well, a wolf-whistle and a friendly leer. "Hey, pooch. Lookin' good in those jeans. Got a problem?"

It should be noted that Wolf is completely ignoring Gaston at this point.

He greets Faith a bit of a return smirkity leer, and tosses his washcloth from hand to hand. "Actually, yes. Hero is keeping me from working."

~~Haha, understatement of the year.~~

And look, for good measure there's an Edmund here, too.

"Hullo... evening, Wolf. Is it a misunderstanding this time, or is someone actually bothering you?"

An easy smile, and he really doesn't look nineteen just now.

"Put! Me! Down!" Gaston said, struggling. He was deeply embarassed to be bested by a mere woman. "I was trying to take care of your beast problem! He might attack women and children!"

Peter glanced at the woman who had picked up the huge guy easily. Wow, oh yeah, he's sticking around for a while... He gave a cursory once-over to her, before turning his attention to the font of machismo.

"Funny, it seemed like you were doing the attacking. And by the looks of it, the women around here can handle themselves." Oh boy, can they handle.... Ok, focus Venkman.

He looked at the other guy, "Hey, pal, everything ok here?"

"Really?" Faith looks at Gaston, askance, then back at wolf. "This is a hero? That's...really very sad."

The free hand is lifted in a cheerful wave to Edmund. "Hello, again."

Then, to Gaston, "You must be new. Look, there's no violence allowed in the bar, and anyway, just because Wolf has a tail is no reason to go insulting him. He's a valued employee and wouldn't hurt a fly."

She drops Gaston, none-too-gently. "Cool off, willya? Save me the paperwork."

Wolf nods in affirmation and agreement.

"Oh, hello Edmund; no real disturbance here, somebody just let the moron out of his cage, is all."

Ooh. Casual vindicativeness. This is new.

"Yes, things seem to be just fine here, wouldn't you say?" he gives Venkman a polite smile.

Edmund nods to Faith and to the rather more calm of the two men he doesn't know, with a slight smile, before turning back to Wolf.

"You're certain everything's fine, then? I'd not wish to see someone making such insinuations about a friend."

"This man's part-animal!" Gaston bellowed. "We should be getting torches and pitchforks, setting up a byre outside, and making sure he never harms a soul!"

Gaston started to sing, weaving around them and gesticulating wildly with his arms in dramatic Disney fashion:

We're not safe until he's dead
He'll come stalking us at night
Set to sacrifice the children to his monstrous appetite
He'll wreak havoc on this bar if we let him wander free

So it's time to take some action, boys
It's time to foooollow meeeee!

I don't like
What I don't understand
In fact it scares me (and rightfully so!)
And this monster is mysterious at least
Bring your guns
Bring your knives
Save your children and your wives
We'll save this bar and our lives
We'll kill the Beast!

Through the mist-- he started.

But undoubtedly, at this point, someone physically harmed him, so he couldn't sing anymore.

Well, if getting kicked in the throat counts as being physically harmed...yeah.

One vicious Slayer-strength Doc-Martens-wearing kick to the Adam's Apple, coming right up.

"Oh, shut up, you freak."

*like wily jaguar, they stalk through the bar, silent for the moment but ever with the threat of music at their beck and call. They see the scene, hear the singing...and approach. They look at Gaston and hold their instruments in a threatening manner, which is to say that it looks like they're about ready to start singing*

Brave Lady Fa-aith! Brave Lady Faith!
Brought down the beast that was braying about
With his trite rhyming lyrics and terrible shouts
Bet he's not even Union, you testosteroned lout!
Thank you, Lady Faith!

And off in the distance is the lack of sound made by someone being incredibly sneaky and swift in running far off in the other direction.

Actually, by this point, out back by the lake.

Thank heavens for Union-regulated days off.

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