Okay I really liked this idea and I am always a sucker for angsty Vince and this one seemed the most sad/childish. So I am going to go with Lintu's idea cause that's the one that seems easiest to write and I can milk sad!Vince as much as I want!  I won't go too far though...well, no one will die this time.

Elements of the other two suggestions will be added too, but only the Chris and Howard getting really close and Tony becoming history thing...that sort of ran through all suggestions.

Right, onwards, yeah?

Mighty Boosh story pt. 1

Mighty Boosh story pt. 2

Mighty Boosh story pt. 3

Mighty Boosh story pt. 4

This was ridiculous, the band were nearly over and still no sign of Howard. The room was packed by then but it wasn't huge so Vince could still see at back by the stairs, through the strands of people's hair and their faces going mental. He hated himself for not having as good a time as he had predicted, it was like trying to get drunk but no matter how much you drank, you just felt sick and a bit tired...never happy.

He could feel his eyes starting to well up as it was all rather overwhelming: the music, everyone going crazy when he wasn't, no Howard... He'd been to gigs like this before and he had been alright because he had always been having a really good time but when you're the only bouncy ball without a bounce, it can get to you.

"I'm gonna see where Howard is, yeah??" Vince shouted over the music and the buzz of people at Tony.

"Yeah yeah cool!" Tony answered back.

Vince wasn't sure if Tony had actually heard him, but he went anyway. He squeezed himself through the masses of people and headed back for the stairs, getting closer and closer to tears each time his hair accidentally brushed past someones sticky face or worse...their greasy sweaty hair. Vince pulled a face and bit his lip in pain when someone stood on his foot with their high heels as he continued to manoeuvre himself through.

He finally made it up the stairs and spotted Howard at a table on his own, one leg straightened out and the other bent so his foot was underneath his chair. He was looking down towards the table and it didn't look like he even realised Vince was even there.

"Hey Howa--" Vince started, taking a step forward towards Howard before a guy came over and patted Howard on the shoulder while talking at him closely.

Vince closed his mouth and watched as they both interacted with each other. Who was this other guy? The other man sat down opposite Howard and they both laughed, Howard was suddenly brought out of his seemingly sad and motionless shell and looked like he was having fun.

"Can I help you?" the other man asked and Vince realised he was talking to him.

"Um, hi.....who are you?" Vince asked in confusion as he scratched the top of his head and wrinkled his brow, eyes looking back and forth at them both.

"I'm Chris," he replied with a smile. "And who are you?"

Vince smiled back, suddenly feeling a bit more comfortable as he pointed at himself with a nod. "I'm Vi--"

"That's Vince," Howard finished for him with a giggle and a slur.

"Oh, so this is the famous Vince!" Chris exclaimed, with a wider smile, dipping his glasses down the bridge of his nose and looking closer at Vince.

"What?" Vince asked, laughing as he did so. "What's Howard been telling you?" he added with a smile as he considered for a moment what it would really be like to be famous: the lights, the fans, the gigs...

"Look, fuck off mate," Chris interrupted.

"...What?" Vince asked, suddenly with less cheer.

"Can't you see what you've done? You've been off all night with someone else and pretending to be famous and you forgot about Howard!"

"What do you know??" Vince answered back with more venom and a break in 'you'.

"He's told me all about it, you ditched him ages ago to go and hang out with someone else and he's been alone, yeah? Well, not anymore, bugger off, he doesn't need you," Chris said so protectively that Vince could almost imagine him giving Howard a motherly hug.

"Howard!" Vince cried, looking at Howard with pleading eyes.

Howard said nothing, just looked back at Vince and drank some more of his drink.

"Howard! ....What about us?" he said again, his voice getting smaller and smaller so that he felt he couldn't even say anything anymore, so he ran towards the toilets and never looked back.

*

Had that really been Vince? Howard thought. His vision was so clouded and he was so absorbed with drink that he felt if he stood up, he would just fall back down again before his arse was barely above the chair. He would sometimes sway his head on purpose just to feel dizzy, it was like he was floating on air when that happened.

He needed to speak to Vince and tell him that he wasn't mad anymore, but saying it out loud was harder than he thought and he would much rather just drink some more. Was he really not mad anymore or was it just the drink telling him he wasn't mad? He wasn't sure anymore but he wanted to see Vince and try to explain things. Something triggered a reaction in him when Vince had run off and he remembered, Vince needed Howard to look after him.

"I should....Vince," Howard tried to explain to Chris.

"Fine, chase after him, that's what he wants, Howard. Can't you see? Look, I'm not trying to pull you two apart but I've dealt with these kind of people before and they'll give you the shirt off their back one second but leave you in a ditch when something better comes along."

Howard was confused, he didn't know what to do anymore. Maybe Chris was right and if he was nice to Vince again tonight then he'd just go off with Tony again and leave Howard by himself. However, maybe Vince was all on his own crying in the toilet now and needed Howard to come and comfort him. Or did he deserve that? Did Vince ever deserve that?

Too many questions? Yes.

Howard decided to have no more drinks that night, he needed to be sober enough to get home. Oh and the aftershow, he'd nearly forgotten. He'd still come if Vince wanted him to, he wanted more time with him.

*

Locked inside a cubicle on his own, he loudly banged his palm against the wall joining the other cubicle to it and got angrier still when he found himself not able to stop crying. The small stall still vibrated after it had been hit and he leaned against the door with his arms folded, willing himself to stop crying so he could go out there and prove he was strong but his body wouldn't stop shaking and his throat was still closed up; he needed to cry.

He tried to swear, to say anything but it only came out as a weak sound, like someone lightly choking a mink.

Many minutes passed and many sheets of toilet paper were ripped off before he was ready to emerge from the cubicle, dry eyed and full of adrenaline.

He came out of the toilet, silver heels clicking on the floor beneath him on a one-way journey. All he wanted to do was go to the aftershow party and have fun, nothing else was going to stand in his way.

"Vince..." Howard started before he closed his mouth again when Vince flashed him his middle finger and hurried down the stairs past Howard without giving him a second glance.

As Vince made it down the stairs, people were staring to come up the stairs and Secret Spies had finished. Vince spotted Tony chatting with Rhys and Chemical XY as if they were best friends and Vince finished descending the stairs, his heels clicking loudest when he reached the floor.

"Are we ready, then?" Vince asked Sgt Speed as he sorted out his stuff on the floor and now had his sunglasses back on.

"Yeah," he replied. "Is it just you and this guy, then?" he asked, pointing his thumb at Tony.

Vince nodded.

"Come on then, let's roll," he said finally, walking towards the stairs and motioning for the others and Tony to follow after him, "a taxi will be waiting out the front in about five minutes, you got everything?"

"Yeah, it's all cool," Vince said, trying not to think of Howard.

*

"I'm going home," Howard decided, standing up, stumbling and falling backwards onto the floor.

Just as he was laughing and trying to get back up, Vince walked past him with the band. He looked down at him, opened his mouth slightly, closed it and then looked away from him as he continued walking.

Vince's shiny silver boots were the last Howard saw of Vince.

*

The taxi ride didn't take long and soon Vince was looking more and more forward to this party. His tummy  was still dancing with all of the emotional excitement that he had been through tonight and he would make sure that he had fun this time.

They made it inside at near 2.15am and Speedy wasn't joking, the place was packed! It wasn't the kind of packed like downstairs at the 333 club where people were stepping on Vince's toes and such, but there were heads everywhere and Vince realised now why invites were limited and he could only take one person.

"Catch you a bit later, yeah? I've just got to say hi a few people," Sgt. Speed said, winking at Vince and heading off in the opposite direction.

Vince smiled warmly and watched as he went off.

"Drink?" Tony suggested.

"Yeah, go on then...double, yeah?"

*6 doubles later*

Vince was feeling excellent, he thought, as he leaned up against the bar and listened to all the sounds of the club come together to create one massive commotion: the clanging of the glasses behind the bar as drink, after drink was served to the masses, the voices of people all talking at once, the laughter... It was brilliant.

He closed his eyes for a while and let his mind flow free by itself, no restriction, no thoughts stemming his flow. He still did wish that Howard was there...

"Hey, Vince! Not tired already, are we?"

Then without thinking as it were as natural as taking a first step, he leaned forward, grabbed his collar and pressed his mouth up against his. He knew who it was but he wanted to, to forget it all and to not give a fuck. He was well past wanting affection right now, he was craving it.

"Oh but you smell of toffees..." Vince mumbled as Tony gently pulled away from him.

"Vince...you're fuckin' wasted," Tony smirked.

"Oh whatever, just kiss me," Vince replied, grabbing Tony again and letting him lean onto him, barely remember how to breath properly as he kissed.

Tongues entwined, he kissed Tony eagerly and moved Tony's hand closer and closer to his own crotch. With one hand on Tony's arse, he brought him closer and leaned into him, feeding off of his body heat but never satisfied; he needed to be wanted more.

"Come to the toilets with me, come on," Vince said, taking Tony's hand and refusing in his head to let Tony decline.

As soon as they made it to the toilets, Vince pushed Tony into a cubicle and locked the door behind them both, spinning Tony round so his back was against the door and kissing him even harder, struggling for his belt buckle.

"No Vince...wait."

"What is it?" Vince asked, still trying to undo Tony's buckle.

"I don't think we can do this," Tony said, biting his lip with wide eyes as he looked behind him where the edge of the door met the wall of the cubicle.

"Course we can," Vince replied. "You like me don't you? Right?"

"I never said that I did," Tony said.

"Then what was that about??" Vince exclaimed, giving up on Tony's belt.

"You jumped on me!"

"Yeah but you kissed me back!"

"That was only a thank you..."

"What?" Vince laughed. "People don't say thanks like that."

"What I mean to say is....once I heard you had tickets for the aftershow party, I started being nicer to you, didn't you realise that? I only wanted to hang out with you til we got here and I got to meet the band, which was immense by the way!" Tony said with a smile. "I couldn't not kiss you, it'd be rude."

Vince's mouth hung open. "What, so you've just been using me to get to the band?"

"....Pretty much, yeah, Sorry, mate," Tony said wincing his sympathy for Vince and pursing his lips.

That clogging feeling in Vince's throat came back again and he pushed Tony out of the way, slid the lock out of place and dashed out of the door, getting closer and closer to the noise outside. When the door was finally opened to let all of that noise spill out and encapsulate Vince, it was no longer seperate sounds all dancing around one another, all it was was one giant noise.

He had to get out.

Vince ran for the door with his head down for most of the way, barging into people as he went and not even thinking to apologise.

He wanted Howard...but not like this, he couldn't see him like this.

*

Vince still hadn't come home and Howard was left to quietly sober up on his own. Chris had gotten in the taxi with him and made sure that he got home okay and had left about an hour or so ago, he didn't know, he'd not been looking at the time. He sat on the sofa and every now and then would draw back the curtain ever so slightly and expect a slim figure with ridiculously styled hair to cross the street and head in his direction. But he never came.

He still wish that he had gotten the chance to speak to him properly, but it wasn't possible; something always stood in the way.

This is where it started, Howard thought, looking slowly around the living room and then focusing on Vince's bedroom door.

If only I'd waited...

*

Vince ended up somewhere far away from the club that he had fled from and he wouldn't know where he was until he walked and found the nearest tube station, because he really had no idea. He was crouched in the doorway of Gregg's and looked down the road, spotting a car driving down with its bright headlights that shon in Vince's eyes for a bit as it turned the corner opposite to where he was sitting.

He imagined Howard climbing out of the car with a warm hug ready for Vince. Why did he wear this leather jacket anyway? It wasn't good for the cold times..

Then he thought back to Tony and began to cry new tears over old ones down his pointed face.

If only he had stayed with Howard...

*

Howard started to get worried the longer that he spent looking out the window to see no-one coming down the street. He had tried to phone him a few times before but he wasn't answering his phone and it was 4.30am already. Vince always had his phone on, what was going on? He tried his phone once more and frowned again when it went straight to voicemail. Pressing the red button for what must have been the fifth time in a row, he decided to ring Chris; the worry was driving him slowly insane.

A silent tear ran down his cheek as the phone rang for Chris. He really hoped Vince was okay.

*

It was getting colder outside and Vince was afraid to sleep in case he got raped by a tramp or something. He wrapped his arms tighter round himself and fished for his phone in his jacket pocket to check the time.

"Shit...battery's dead," he muttered to himself as he shoved the small silver phone back in his pocket.

*

"And he's not answering his phone!" Howard cried.

"Shit..." Chris said, hugging Howard and rubbing his shoulder as he did so. "He'll be alright, come on, think positive, yeah?" he smiled.

"I can't believe you picked up," Howard laughed a little considering the ridiculous time - 5am.

"Well you sounded broken up, man," he replied. "I couldn't just not come, you'd be here all alone, wouldn't you? ...I didn't have much on anyway, sleep is over-rated."

Both he and Howard laughed.

"I'll put the tea on, yeah?"

"You don't have to--"

"Shhh," Chris said, putting a finger to his own lips. "You've been through though, you just stay there."

*

With only a single crumpled £10 note in his pocket, Vince got the tube back to Shoreditch, only aware of the time when he looked up at the digital clock on the platform - 6.32am.

"I miss Howard."

*

Chris had decided to make them another cup of tea after a game of Scrabble to pass the time and got up to go to the kitchen again.

Howard, sat cross-legged on the floor amongst all of the leftover letters on the board looking at the word 'WINCE' and automatically thought it had said 'VINCE'. He still hadn't come home and the pain hadn't stopped, not even a game of scrabble and a cup of tea could make Howard forget that Vince was still missing and still hadn't picked up his phone after about 100 trys.

"Hey, remember it's hot, yeah? So leave it to cool for a bit," Chris said to which Howard nodded.

"What the fuck?" came a voice from by the stairs.

Howard and Chris turned round and realised it was Vince.

"Vince!" Howard exclaimed, standing up and hugging Vince, but Vince didn't return his affections. "What's wrong."

"I spend hours and hours in the cold by myself, thinking of coming home to you, that everything will be alright and you're here having a nice cup of tea with this waster?" Vince asked, eyes widening to the scenario that welcomed him "Didn't you miss me?" Vince asked, looking at Howard as his eyes started to water again.

"Of course I did, I spent ages worrying!" Howard explained.

"What, half an hour of 'Where's Vince' and then on with a game of Scrabble? Nice one, Howard," Vince said, pushing past him and heading to his room. "I actually fucking cared about you, Howard...I couldn't want to get back home and see you but now? You can fuck off, so can you," he said, pointing at Chris before he shut the door.

[to be continued]

What happens next?

This...took bloody ages! You wouldn't believe me if I said 10 hours, would you? Lots of breaks/writer's block happened. I wanted to stop ages ago but I had so much to fit in and that's why it's slightly overdue. I still don't know how I feel about Chris yet, if he's being nice or not...

And I didn't do Vince running away because all of that would have taken even longer, plus, I wanna make it more open to suggestions! Still not sure how long I want this to last yet.... Maybe only a couple more parts will get done, who knows?

Right, do your thing...

Same rules again:

* Anyone can join in

* Don't write out exactly what you want me to put unless you want a certain quote to be said or something like that

* If the suggestions aren't very detailed, I will comment back and tell you to expand on it if I feel the need to

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* Have fun!

Winner's suggestion will be announced and written on the 13th of March [exactly 3 months to my 19th birthday, ooo....].