Ladies and Gentleman, Parasites and Germs... Finally the time has come for my Mighty Boosh/Horrors story [which 60% of people voted for out of three choices of a story]! Luckily, this fell out after I had been reading some Horrors stories here so it was kind of easy [the one about them all at school is funny!].
The people who are familiar with my other Mighty Boosh blog story will already be familiar with the 'rules' but I'll go over them at the end.
Boosh/Horrors story Pt. 1
“It was an awesome party, Howard, aw, you should’ve been there,” Vince said after recalling a party that finished at about 4am the night before.
“Any other pointless things I should know about?” Howard replied from behind the counter as he leaned his elbows on it.
Vince jumped off from the counter where he was sitting down and stood by a rack that had various coloured coats and jackets hanging from its plastic frame. “That wasn’t it, though, something else happened,” Vince said, looking up towards the ceiling as a smile began to draw itself on his face. “It happened after the party was over and everyone went to bed.”
“And when you say ‘went to bed’…?”
“I mean slept on the floor and on the sofa, someone made it to the sink…he was very small.”
“Right.”
“Anyway,” Vince said, setting the scene by walking back and forth from the coat rack to the opposite end of the shop and then back again with a look of wonderment fixed on his face, “all the lights were off by then and I managed to save the sofa that opened out into a bed. So I was there lying down for what must have been about ten minutes trying to sleep, then I feel this arm around my waist but I can’t see who it is so I forget about it and fall asleep cause I was pretty wasted…”
Howard raised one eyebrow and licked his lips with his tongue, tasting the apple juice that he had recently finished.
“I remember kissing them and stuff a while after when I was still half-asleep but then I think I passed out and I don’t remember anything else after that…but they left something behind: two dark smudgy patches on the pillow and a few black strands of hair…”
“Oh so you’re a Goth, an electro boy, a punk, and a detective now?” Howard asked sarcastically.
“Howard,” Vince said, stopping his pacing and putting both hands on the counter, palms flat as he looked Howard in the eyes, “I have got to find out who that person was.”
“Why?”
“It could be one out of five people…” Vince said, ignoring Howard and pacing again. “I know it because no one else at the party had eyeliner on…”
Howard looked at Vince in shock: everyone that Vince hung out with always had eyeliner on.
“They don’t dress up for house parties, specially cause no girls were there, we had less of a reason to look nice.”
“You always need a reason to look nice,” Howard corrected. “Any reason at all: ‘What if I get hit by a bus and my doctors are attractive?’, ‘What if I get spotted on the high street on the way to the shops and have to do some photo shoots?’, ‘What if I catch a glimpse of myself in a car window? I need to be satisfied with the person looking back at me!’” Howard said in his best imitation of Vince.
Vince stopped pacing again. “Well I know I’m like that, but the others aren’t as extreme as that, they don’t give a toss if they’re just gonna be in someone’s house, it doesn’t matter to them. That’s the thing, it was only me and these five other guys that bothered…”
“Why do you care so much?”
“Because it was one of the best kisses I ever had.”
Howard coughed.
“Alright, grumpy!” Vince said, rolling his eyes at Howard’s jealousy with a smile. “I said one of the best, didn’t I?!”
Howard turned away and picked up a magazine that someone had left on the counter a couple of hours back after mentioning being late for a train.
“Anyway, I’m still a bit tired, I’m gonna take a nap upstairs,” Vince decided, walking past Howard and up the stairs.
Howard moaned as his only response as he continued to read about an article he didn’t care about in a magazine he didn’t usually read. He tried distracting himself by letting his eyes move across the words that he couldn’t be bothered to process in his head and thought of Vince again: it was always someone new with him and Howard was sick of it. In a small way, he wished he was as polygamous as Vince, could move between person after person like a spliff at a stoner’s party, each person wanting him more and more after they’d had a taste.
Suddenly…
A shrill laugh followed by smaller giggles erupted through the shop as some customers came in, each clad in black from head to toe and looking fairly similar (attire-wise) and each with thick eyeliner on.
One with massive hair bounced in first with a toothy smile fixed on his face as he ran to look at the records by the door, followed immediately by another one who was skinnier than the one with the hair and had a very neat bowl-cut. The others disappeared into various other sections of the shop while one of them decided which thing to look at first, hands in his pockets and then deciding to follow the tallest one, who also had large hair, but not as big as the one with The Hair.
“Rhys, they have capes!” one of them shouted in the direction of the two by the records.
“I’ll look at them later, bit busy!” the one with the bowl-cut replied.
Then the one with The Hair walked in the direction of Howard, eyes hidden by his fringe that was dyed blonde from the rest of his hair that was black like the others’. He picked up a toy bear that was on the side and started playing with it, never looking up from it like he was transfixed.
“I see you seem interested in that bear there, sir,” Howard said, trying to get his first sale of the day.
The guy simply looked up at Howard and raised his eyebrows.
“If you’re interested in that, there’s a whole collection of animals that you could buy to make a whole set,” Howard continued. “There’s a panda, a koala, a wolf, a gorilla…”
“How much is the bear?” the guy replied.
“That’s 7 euros,” Howard said.
“…Nah, I’ll leave it,” he replied, smiling cheekily and heading in the direction of the capes.
Howard frowned and continued to watch as they all busied themselves and continually swapped sides of the shop, only a couple staying where they were.
“What do you think of this coat?” the tallest one asked, pressing one of Vince’s coats against him and raising his eyebrows expectantly at the others.
“Hey Howard, just realised I left my phone down here and…hang on,” Vince said as he stopped walking down the stairs and held onto the banister. “I know you guys!” he exclaimed, pointing at the men in black that had just entered. “You were all at the party last night, all five of you!”
[to be continued]
What happens next?
* Anyone can join in
* Don't write out what you want me to type - that's my job - just give me ideas
* Too much detail is better than a vague answer
* Feedback is welcome, much like an orphaned child
* Have fun, this isn't a competition!
The idea I pick will be written on the 5th of May, with credit to the person whose idea it was.
I'm excited too cause I have no idea what's gonna happen myself!
(which makes it kind of stupid that I'm actually thinking "I wonder who it was..." NO one knows...!)
Quit a salesman 
i dont really have any ideas but YAY! that the first parts up
cant wait for the second!
xxx