Because both of the ideas were so similar, I decided to combine them both together! ^_^ I was going to say whose idea I was going to lean more in the direction of but they both seem to be equal! Silverfox and Smoky, you are both geniuses!

Mighty Boosh story pt. 1

Mighty Boosh story pt. 2

Mighty  Boosh story pt. 3

Among the lights and the smoke, the sticky floor and the loud music was Vince with Tony, trying to have a good time. He never really thought that he'd like this band but turned out they were alright...not brilliant, but alright. Tony knew how to rock out, even to a band like this. He'd be the one that'd be yelling 'woo!' and 'hell yeah!' after each song and it made Vince smile.

Howard came a while after Vince left him at the bar and stood at the front with both of them with his drink lightly clasped in his hand. He tried not to pay any attention to them and focus on the music; every time they shared a laugh, every time they whispered to each other, every time they danced with each other... That should have been Howard. It was always him and Vince, they were best friends! Vince had known Tony for about an hour and already they looked like primary school buddies.

Howard wasn't jealous though, no...he had his...drink. No, you know what? He had himself, he didn't need anyone else to hang out with to have a good time unlike Mr 'Give me attention or I'll surely die' Noir.

The less he focused on Vince and Tony, the more that Howard found himself enjoying himself. The sound of the saxophone and the synth took over and he closed his eyes for a while, letting the music surround him as he swayed in time with it all. He was suddenly jolted back to reality when Vince accidentally bumped into him as he too had been swaying/dancing.

"Sorry, Howard," Vince said, smiling apologetically and then talking to Tony again.

What was this?? It was Vince that wanted Howard at this club anyway, the main reason he came was for him and now he'd much rather prefer to hang with this Tony fella. Well, two could play that game, Howard would just have to find his own Vince to have fun with as Vince was too preoccupied with someone else.

Jazz Fusion Pioneers had finished their set and it was time for Vince's DJ band to start in 10 minutes in the room downstairs.

"Hey Howard!" Vince shouted, running up to him as he was about to head to the stairs. "Did you like them? Those Jazz blokes? I thought you would, you're into that stuff ain't ya?"

Howard turned round to look at Vince with a look of disbelief on his face, was he serious? "Vince, that was the band I recommended to you, of course I like them!" he replied, trying not to get angry.

"Really?" Vince raised his eyebrows. "Sorry, my head, you know?" he tried to explain as he shook his head as if trying to recall something, "I don't remember things."

"Hey Vince, remember what you promised earlier on, yeah? Still on?" Tony asked, coming up to Vince and Howard with both hands out gesturing to Vince.

"Oh yeah, course I remember. Don't worry about it, I'll have a talk with him downstairs, he won't mind."

"Cool, see you down there then? I'm gonna grab another quick drink," Tony said, waving at them both and briskly heading towards the bar again.

"Oh, so you remember what he said but not what I said?" Howard questioned, turning himself more towards Vince and folding his arms over his chest.

"Oh, that's different, alright?" Vince said in his traditional 'don't give a fuck' teenager voice. "Look, I'll see you downstairs if you're coming? I want a good spot."

He then went past Howard, leaving Howard folding his arms at nothing.

*

Howard was being an idiot, it wasn't Vince's fault that he had forgotten something that he had said. Howard had forgotten that he usually waited for Vince at home too though, right? That still irked him; he felt abandoned when he had looked at his phone and seen the text from Howard.

Skipping down the stairs and avoiding people coming up them like a child avoiding cracks in the pavement, he finally made it to the dance floor where Sgt. Speed was just finishing setting them up. He looked up from the decks and nodded at Vince with a smile and Vince nodded back, butterflies dancing and spinning in his tummy; he loved being recognised by the famous, this also made him feel famous.

"Eyyy, Speedy!" Vince said, walking up to him with his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on the heels of his silver boots.

"Alright, Vince?" he greeted, sliding his sunglasses onto his head, "glad you made it! You know the others, yeah? Rhys and Chemical XY?"

"Alright?" the others answered in sync before going back to talking to each other.

"Nice one," Vince nodded back. "Hey, about the aftershow, would it be alright if I bring two mates instead of one?"

Sgt. Speed pulled a face and raised his eyebrows. "Sorry Vince, no can do, we're only allowed one more from you, it's the policy, you know? Rhys is already bringing about ten people, it'll be way too overcrowded!"

"Oh right yeah, I understand," Vince said.

Now he really was stuck, what was he going to do? Bring Tony or Howard...or none? But he didn't want to ditch them both.

"Vince!" came a voice from behind him, he turned round and realised it was Tony still buzzing from his drink. "Did you talk to Sergeant Speed then? Am I in?"

Vince rubbed his fingers together in his pocket nervously and brushed his fringe away from his face. "Yeah. Yeah, you're in," he smiled.

*

As Howard slowly made his way towards the stairs to join Vince, he noticed someone again who had been sitting on his own at a table where people had been and gone for the duration that the band had been on. He had shortish dark hair with a fringe that brushed lightly across his face and dark rimmed glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. His cheekbones were well-defined and his mouth was thin. He looked like the sort of person who could be a librarian but one of those librarians that had his legs up on the desk and checked his email whenever he knew he wasn't being watched.

He had been nursing the same drink and the ice had given up on survival ages ago. He realised Howard looking at him and smiled.

"Hi there," he said, barely even audible, his voice was soft.

"Hi," Howard replied.

"Like a seat?" he asked, pushing out the chair opposite himself with his foot and looking back up at Howard.

"I can't, I promised a friend I'd--" then he stopped mid-sentence.

There it was again; he wasn't Vince's lapdog, he'd go in his own time.

"Know what? Nevermind," Howard said, sitting down on the wooden chair that had been offered to him.

"I'm Chris," the man said, holding out his hand, which Howard shook gracefully.

"Howard," Howard introduced.

Chris bowed his head slightly as he shook Howard's hand with a smile. "Nice to meet, you Howard. So, what brings you to this club on your own, then?" he asked, sitting back on his chair and licking his lips of his drink he had recently had a sip of.

"I'm not really on my own...my friend's downstairs with someone else, he knows the band or something," Howard explained.

"Oh," Chris said, furrowing his brow and taking his drink in his hand again. "A friend ditching you and going with someone else, leaving you here? You sure he's your friend?" Chris questioned with one raised eyebrow, taking another sip of his drink that was almost finished by now.

"He can be a tit sometimes, but he's alright, really," Howard said.

"Fair enough," Chris said, raising his eyebrows and looking down. "Hey, you want a drink?" he inquired.

"Yeah, why not?" Howard agreed. "Get me whatever you're having."

"As you wish," Chris smiled.

*

Where was Howard? It had already been twenty minutes since Secret Spies had started, thought Vince. He could see himself looking back into the crowd occasionally to check if Howard had come yet and always frowned slightly and turned back round as he still couldn't see him.

It was when Howard wasn't there that Vince felt he needed him most, and he needed him now. It wasn't the same without him there, even if all he did was disapprove or just stand there slightly swaying; that's what Howard did! Sure, Tony was fun but he wasn't Howard; no one could replace Howard.

"You alright, Vince?" Tony asked as he stopped dancing for a bit.

"Yeah, I'm fine....come on, let's dance," Vince said with a grin, jumping up and down with Tony.

*

Half an hour later...

Howard laughed louder than he had for the whole night. "Really?"

"Yeah, I was half asleep, I didn't realise it was his bed! I had to pretend to sleep the whole time cause he had his arm around me. Not fun," Chris recalled.

"That's funny!" Howard laughed.

"It wasn't at the time, I had to run out as soon as he started touching my package in his sleep, I felt violated beyond belief! I surprised us both, he woke up with a scream and I nearly pissed myself!"

Howard laughed again and suddenly was definately feeling the effects of the alcohol. Chris and him had been talking for so long and he had nearly forgotten what he was actually supposed to be doing if he hadn't met him. Wait...what was he meant to be doing? Oh, it didn't matter anymore because he was having fun; Chris was amazing to chat to.

[to be continued]

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