Hello readers! We're Radar_rox and Bombilicious, we've joined forces to fight evil and throw off the hated opressors! Um, we mean, write something. Yep. That's it.
So, the story of that.. Bombilicious read the work of Radar_rox, in particular her series of Tara stories, and something rather strange occured. A character formed in her mind, a stylish young lady by the name of Roxi, who inexplicably seemed to demand that she be given form, and the friendship of Tara Noir. So, after a lengthy and flattering PM, Radar_rox was blackmailed, I mean, charmed, into agreeing to co-write a story. It's just a bit of a lark and experiment, as neither of your authors have co-written anything before and thought they'd welcome a new experience.
So, without further ado, this is the story of Roxanne Stamford's experiences of meeting the boosh and their doubly-fictional sister/fiance/friend. We hope you enjoy.
"How much further is it?" Asked Vince. "I'm getting bored."
Tara glanced at her dashboard clock. "I told you ten minutes ago it'll be about twenty minutes. Make the numbers dance Vince."
"'What about your book Vince, can't you do that some more?" asked Naboo from the back.
Vince held up the children's activity book they'd given him for the short journey. "What, this? I'm not a kid y'know, I'm older than- well, Tara anyway. 'Sides, I finished it when we passed those cows."
"Look out of the window or something then Vince, eat your sweets. It won't be long."
"Can't we have some music on?"
"No, I forgot my cds when we left the flat, late," she looked pointedly at Vince. "All I've got is this one compilation cd that I've heard far too many times this month, and this one of Howard's." She held up a muffin-coloured cd entitled 'Big Bob's Be Bop Ballads of Bruges.'
"Just think of the shopping Vince." Said Naboo. "It'll help pass the time."
"Yeah, right, I've worked out my list look, Tie Rack for some cool scarves and a hat, then I need three pairs of boots, five new tops, a couple of jackets and maybe a shirt or two to customise, and I dunno, four pairs of trousers? How long are you gonna be picking this Roxi up anyway?"
"Probably about five minutes, so you'll need to speed-shop. But she might want a drink or something I suppose."
"Airport food's expensive mind." Came Naboo's voice from behind them.
"Oh that's true. Anyway Vince, I don't think you'll be able to get all that, most of those sorta shops are after security. Unless Boots have seriously branched out."
"And remember we'll need room for suitcases Vince, I dunno what Roxi packs like but we don't want your shopping bags taking up all the room."
"That's true." Nodded Tara. "You might have to sit on, in, or under some of her stuff, both of you."
"What about you?" asked Vince.
"I get special treatment because Roxi loves me." She grinned.
"So just because we haven't met her we get lumbered with her suitcases? I bet I'll have to go sit in the back like a loser too." Vince grumbled, then let out an 'oi!' as Naboo reached forward to knock his hat off.
"Hey, you didn't have to come Vince, you started raving about duty-free and said if I didn't bring you along you'd tell Bryan it was me that gave the leopards catnip that time. And Naboo's only coming because Roxi's so impatient she wanted to meet him right away. Anyway, don't pretend you aren't exactly the same with packing."
"There's no way Roxi could be worse than him. 'Ere Vince, have you realised that there's gonna be a girl at the flat who isn't your sister?"
"Yeah." Vince shrugged lightly. "But the romance sorta went out of the idea after Tara said I'd have to share Howard's room to give her somewhere to sleep."
"You've been in worse situations. Think about it Vince, you were gonna have to share that tiny tent with him in the tundra. That ought to stop you falling asleep on your straighteners if you come in pissed again."
"Tell me about it.. Howard snores like a congested walrus, I thought the tent was gonna blow away and we'd be buried in an avalanche!"
Tara frowned. "You can't have avalanches in the tundra, can you? I thought it was all flat."
"Well, if you're gonna have one, it'll be Howard's fault."
"I'll give you some of my magic no-snore potion if you like Vince, give him some of that before he goes to sleep and you'll be fine."
"I thought that took people's noses off and turned their tongues to sherbert?"
Naboo shrugged.
Roxi wandered absent-mindedly through the airport, hoping that all five of her suitcases had arrived safely. She also wondered how Tara was, what her fiancé was like, and just what the hell a shaman exactly was. Catcalls followed her as she sauntered along, but she ignored them with well-practiced ease; her petite hourglass frame often invited such unwanted attention, as did the brightly coloured hair that other women often seemed so compelled to comment on. She was just used to it by now.
Waiting at baggage claim, she considered stealing a particularly sparkly suitcase until it's seven-year-old rightful owner heaved it off the conveyor belt, apparently feeling hindered by the assistance offered to her by her father. This spectacle over, Roxi turned her attention back to the other bags, then glanced idly at her nails. They'd only been done the day before, black with glittery silver tips, and she was suddenly worried for their safety if she was going to be lugging her heavy suitcases around.
She glanced around and spotted a man stood alone, large stomach threatening to at any moment burst forth from the black leather trousers and open shirt he was inexplicably wearing. "Excuse me darlin'," she addressed him in her most seductive voice. "I was just wondering if you could give me a hand?"
Blinded by her smile and his apparent unbelievable luck, the stranger nodded dumbly, not counting on all five of the heavy cases. Once they'd all been retrieved and loaded, Roxi flashed the poor sap a wink and was off like a dirty shirt, impatient to meet her friend. Not to mention her fiancé, brother, and the Howard and Bollo Tara often talked about in her emails. Also, maybe there were some more shops around here.. shops were always good.
She wandered through the most terribly depressing corridors known to man outside of 1970s-built NHS hospitals, trying not to trip over the multitude of sticky, wet, noisy and stained children running around under everyone's feet, apparently without owners. The grown-up people around her were just as bad, hot, sticky and tired, even though the flight had only been an hour or so and the day was cold. She'd passed the time earlier mentally giving them all makeovers, but there was only so much her imagination could achieve.
Finally they were out into the open, and she looked around the crowds of people for Tara. Her friend really was quite short, but she'd no doubt have found a way to- oh, that must be her. A tinsel-edged sign emblazoned with 'Foxy Roxi, over here you great tart!' was being held aloft. She immediately headed in that direction where, unbeknownst to her, Tara was trying to get Vince to let her climb onto his back for more leverage.
"No! You'll mess my hair up!"
"I will if you don't let me have a look!"
"What's she look like, I'll tell you if I see her."
"Well I…I dunno exactly, she changes her look a lot, she's as bad as you. But if I just saw her..."
While this had been going on, Naboo had cast a furtive look around, and once he was sure no-one was paying him any attention cast a quick levitating spell on himself and rose up a little to look over the crowd. "There's a girl walking over here looking at your sign Tara. Pale, dyed hair and piercings?"
"Sounds about right." She raised her voice. "Oi Roxi! If you can hear me I'm the midget under the tinsel, get over here!"
Roxi was ashamed to admit that when she first heard 'midget under the tinsel' she automatically thought of midget gem sweets...then she realised they couldn't talk.
She grinned as she recognised Tara's voice "Ok...I'll just follow the shininess!"
She was almost put off when that kid with the sparkly suitcase walked past, but luckily the tinsel was shinier.
Naboo hastily lowered himself to the ground as Roxi marched towards them, quick as her cowboy boots would take her. The first thing she saw was a pretty good looking guy by the sign, then her eyes zeroed in on Tara; pink streaks were hard to miss. "Tara! How the devil are you, you little pixie?!" She asked, abandoning her trolley and running up to her friend, hugging her tightly.
"Suffocating, yourself?"
"Oops...sorry!" she replied, blushing a little and letting Tara go. "I'm annoyed...there was a serious lack of shops this side!" She turned around to watch her trolley rolling along with the crowd of people. "I should probably go get that" she said without making any move to, instead simply tilting her head at it.
"Be a gentleman would you my love?" asked Tara of Naboo. "Don't leave our lovely damsel guest's... rather extensive... luggage in it's hour of need."
Naboo rolled his eyes, but nevertheless smiled and went to retrieve Roxi's luggage before it started a bomb scare.
"Oooh oooh oooh! Is that Naboo...or is this him?" Roxi looked Vince up and down "Cause he looks an awful lot like you!" The excitement of seeing her friend again had made Roxi a little silly. "Anyway's I want formal introductions to everyone and point me in the direction of the nearest shops!"
"But of course! Shall I continue in the fairytaleish theme I seem to have fallen into?"
"Yeah why not? Tell me everything you've been up to since I last saw you...and I mean everything, including details!"
"As you wish! Fair Roxanne," this earned Tara a small glare as she took her friend's hand, "may I introduce you to Camden's very own Prince Charming, fashionista and frontman Vince Noir, cherished brother of mine."
"Alright?" Grinned Vince, hugging her lightly in greeting.
"Prince Charming huh? Well hey Mr. Noir - you're now officially my new shopping buddy!" she winked then grinned back at him...the guy knew style!
"He's also lamenting the lack of shops. And this," Tara continued, whirling Roxi around in a tight circle as Naboo wheeled the suitcases back, "is my very own Knight in Shining... turban, Naboo."
"So this is Naboo! It's a pleasure to meet you!" she held out her hand politely. "And you got all my suitcases, thanks, you're a real darlin'!"
"You too." Smiled Naboo, shaking her hand firmly. "Vince lets get this luggage loaded, the sooner we get back the sooner we can drop you two off at the shops for your fix." Naboo added inclining his head towards the suitcases...each had been customised to within an inch of it's life.
"Why do I have to load it? You shoulda brought Bollo along."
"Bollo can't go into airports, remember Vince? Not after he and Chinko stole that plane and flew to Nepal, he's on some sorta list."
"Oh yeah...but still - what if my hair goes outta place? This took me ages this morning!" He preened himself a little in the reflective glass of a window and raised his eyebrows, nodding in satisfaction.
Roxi studied the electro poofs hair with a slight saucy smile "Let me guess...Nicky Clark, hottest you can get?"
"Haha, yeah, how'd you know?"
"I know good hair when I see it!" she smiled and shrugged as she complimented him easily...after all in her opinion there was a lot to compliment! "You're right it would kinda be a shame to ruin that hair" she grinned then whistled to the guy she'd accosted at the luggage claim "Hey you...again....mind helping me get my suitcases loaded?" She asked, giving him a wink that Jessica Rabbit would be envious of.
The portly man gawped at her, unable to utter anything of sense except "Holy cycling beardo..", abandoned his own suitcase for Roxi's trolley, wheeling it after the group and staring openly at Roxi's shapely behind.
"I always kind of hate you for being able to do that." Remarked Tara casually as they wandered out to her highly personalised van.
"Don't pretend you can't do it too." Smirked Roxxi.
"Yeah, but only sometimes. It's like you flick a switch in them or something. Do feel sorry for the poor chaps though, the way you pick them up and then drop them when you get what you want."
"I only do it before the do it to me...you know what I'm like, when I like a guy I become a weak emotional wreck...so I have fun with them instead!" she shrugged. She was, as it happens, wrong; when Roxi found someone attractive, she behaved pretty much exactly as usual. It was only when she became aware of the depths of her attraction that she changed - for fear of getting hurt and finding herself weak and upset, she instead became cold and distant, holding men away in the hope of saving her own feelings, but ultimately ending up alone.
"You find him attractive?" asked Tara with raised eyebrows, nodding back at their luggage handler.
"Well... gotta keep my hand in haven't I? So c'mon...you haven't even told me how you and Naboo got engaged yet! Your postcards were a little vague to say the least...and I still have no idea where the nearest shops are...not that that matters - I have a shopping buddy now" She turned to look at Vince giving him that same wink, wondering if it would work on a guy that was possibly her very equal.
"You and Vince are going to be bad for each other, I can tell." Replied Tara. "And um... well, what can I tell you, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him." Even now, Tara couldn't help but blush and smile.
"Details girl! I can't get my vicarious thrills from that generalised rubbish!"
Tara paused, unsure of what to say. The truth was that Naboo, Vince, Howard, Bollo, and her mother Vienne had brought Tara back from the dead after she'd been killed months ago, and after some explanation of what had happened, Naboo had sat her down away from the others and asked her to marry him, with a speech so gorgeous she'd had to ban herself from thinking about it when driving for fear of drifting into other lanes while her mind was elsewhere. This would take a little adaptation.
"Ok, um... it was at the flat, and we were all there, Naboo was gonna send the others out to give us some time alone but apparently he couldn't wait, so... he sat me down on a chair and knelt in front of me. And lemme tell you, I almost yelled 'yes' right then, but I'm glad I waited, he said the most gorgeous things... and then he asked me to marry him."
"Yeah... what did you say?"
"............I said no Rox, which is why he's emigrated to Belgium. I said yes you prat, what do you think I'm wearing this for?!" she cried, waving her engagement ring at Roxi, who pounced on it.
"Ooh, that's gorgeous! You've got a great eye Naboo!"
Naboo grinned sweetly "Thanks, I try."
Vince grinned too. "I helped 'im pick it out, I'm the one with style" That wink of Roxi's had done a certain something to him, he was even flirtier than usual. Tara was right, they would be bad for each other.
Naboo looked confused and mouthed "No he didn't..."
"Vince, if it had been your decision my ring would've been green and made of Perspex."
Roxanne looked up from the ring for the first time since she'd seen it to look at Vince "Shiny Perspex? That would have been really cool!"
"Cool, yes, traditionally matrimonially tasteful, not so much." Said Tara, cutting across Vince before he could start raving about the wonders of perspex and how it never shattered if you dropped it on the bathroom tiles, not like some of those rubbish glass rings they try and rip you off with.
Roxi frowned and studied her friend with burning curiosity..."Tara...since when exactly did you care about tasteful...ness... I thought you said cool was the only way to be" she pouted, now realising she was alone in this theory. Hell, if she ever got married, and that was very very unlikely, it would be in something red and shiny and sparkly and all together matrimonially tasteless.
"It's all very well being kick-ass cool - let's face it, I am." Tara flicked her hair with mock arrogance. "But no... I don't want something awesome, I want something gorgeous."
She fell back a step to walk with Naboo, her hand slipping into his open palm as she kissed him lightly.
"Well on the plus side that is an awesomely gorgeous ring..." Roxi replied, smiling at the two of them as she took her place at Vince's side. "And you two were clearly made for each other! As much as I don't actually understand that" she grinned at Tara.
"Ah, someday my friend, you will. It'll hit ya like a train made of duvets."
"I would rather get hit by an actual train...imagine having to share a mirror with someone else your whole life" she shook her head grimly "I don't think I'd survive it"
Behind her, a smile grew on Vince's face, and Naboo glanced sideways at him knowingly.
"Then again...I suppose if the other face was pretty enough I might get used to it...but I mean, it'd have to be like really pretty!!! Like glitter!" she grinned at Tara, having missed the Vince/Naboo exchange.
"Maybe you could just get a really big mirror?" Asked Tara.
"What, like one of those Hollywood ones with all the light bulbs round the edge?"
"Well yeah, a really big one that you could get a couple of people in front of. Vince has got a little one, I got it for his birthday a few years back."
Roxi laughed at the suggestions "Ok ok, I get it, I need to get a big mirror! But like...what if the person stole my eyeliner? Or my root boost - I mean hair doesn't look this good on it's own!" she swung her long locks over her shoulder, the red in it glinting almost dangerously. "What's new on the van then? Where the hell have you parked it anyway?"
"It's not far, I didn't know if you'd be delayed or anything so I had to go for the couple of hours one. And I dunno, not a lot's new on there I think, I've been in London most of the time, so there aren't a lot of places I can put on."
"But you hate London, why're you spending so much time there?"
"Well because.. it's where Naboo is, and Vince and Howard and Bollo. I'd miss them."
"But what about the rest of us! You haven't been to see me for ages, have you been to see anyone else?"
A tidal wave of guilt loomed up inside Tara. Or was it the sandwich she'd picked up in that garage? No, it was guilt. "Well, I um… I've seen… I've seen Nick!"
"Nick? Where's he live then?"
"………….London…"
Roxi stopped walking to fix Tara with a Look, and was apparently resolute in her immovability.
Tara watched her for a moment to see if she'd crack under the sudden demands being made on her attention, then sighed. "Yeah, alright, I know, I suck. I'll try and get around to see everyone in a bit." They reached the van, and Tara let go of Naboo's hand to unlock first the doors, then the boot – ain't no central locking in 1960's campers you know.
Roxi followed her around to the back. "Don't tell me you've become one of those awful people that can't stand to be without their partners for more than a day, and that's why you won't come and see us? There's room in this van for two, I'm sure, bring him along or something!"
"Yes, I'm afraid I have become one of those awful people. It's pathetic until you experience it yourself. And.. it's not just that. You know that thing I always did, always leaving to be somewhere else, as soon as I got properly comfortable or into a routine I'd be off?"
"Territory I feel familiar with, yes."
"I don't want to do that any more. I'm happy in the flat, even if its location isn't one I'm over the moon about. But I think I am due a good long break away, I might go around and see everyone. If I can bear to tear myself away from that hot piece of ass I call my fiancé." She winked, laughing.
Roxi laughed too. "Well, I suppose if I had someone at home who looked at me like he looks at you I don't know if I'd want to leave either!"
Tara smiled sweetly. "Come on then, we'd better get this new branch of Topshop loaded into the van."
"Pftt, you're so behind, I only shop there for accessories now!"
"Since when?"
"Since they stopped being completely original and started looking like every other shop on the high street."
"Right."
"Honestly, if I wanted a H&M scarf I'd go to H&M.."
"Will you just shut up and help me please?"
Roxi pouted. "Why do I have to help, it'll damage my nails!' Tara glared at her. 'Why can't we get Vince and Naboo to load it?"
"Get out of the fifties Rox, and pick this up would you? It's all very well roping strangers in with your wily ways but you aren't taking advantage of Naboo and Vince like that!"
Speaking of strangers, their it had slowly dawned on their horny helper that Roxi hadn't paid him any attention since she'd met up with these friends of hers and given one the same wink and began flirting with him/her. What did they have that he didn't? Apart from the stupidly pretty features, big hair and tight trousers that actually did suit them?
He sighed and took his leave, remembering that somewhere he had luggage of his own. And a wife….
Tara moved to take hold of the handle of a purple suitcase that had toppled off the trolley.
"No, Tara, wait, it-
"Rox, stop being silly, it's-Tara tried to pick up the suitcase. She didn't get far. '…………….mmmfpt!!"
"I told you! That's my really heavy case, its got my laptop and products and straighteners and all sorts of stuff in it!"
Tara lowered herself slowly to sit on the floor of the van's boot, and rested against the side. "Um.. guys… help us please?"
Naboo and Vince had been in discussion about something inside the van, but Vince quickly put the mysterious and unidentifiable sweet away, and they got out to help.
"Are you alright?" asked Naboo, seeing Tara's grimace.
"Yep." She squeaked. "Just… crippled."
Vince looked at the suitcases. "I can't help you with them, if I bend over or anything my trousers'll split."
This appeared to revive Tara. "For goodness' sake, you two are as bad as each other! Sod your nails and sod your trousers, get moving."
She started to pull herself upright again until she was aided by Naboo. As Roxi and Vince chose the lightest suitcase and lifted it delicately between them, Naboo hugged Tara, running his hands up and down her spine to help heal it. She smiled as they pulled apart, and kissed him. "Thank you."
Strangely, now matter how many different ways they tried, they could never quite get all the suitcases loaded into the van and still have room for themselves; there was always at least one left over. In fact, one strange time they only managed to get one suitcase in successfully. This, coupled with the sideways glances Vince and Naboo kept giving each other, made Tara rather suspicious that something was going on.
Especially when Naboo said "This isn't gonna work. Oi Vince, run over to tie rack and grab some scarves would you? Perhaps we can tie one on the roof."
"Course!" Grinned Vince, bounding off through the carpark.
"Alright," said Tara, rounding on Naboo. "There's no way we'd have that much trouble getting all the suitcases in naturally, what did you do?"
"Vince asked me to do something so he'd be able to go back to Tie Rack to buy stuff."
"But he's already got loads of scarves and stuff!"
Naboo shrugged. "He gave me thirty quid."
"Nice!" Grinned Tara, high-fiving him. "But you know… if we leave Vine alone in there he will buy the whole shop."
Naboo scrunched his nose up, making Tara smile even wider. "Yeah you're right, I should probably go after him."
Curiously, Roxi thought as she watched him go, even though Naboo was ambling along slowly and Vince was bouncing like a Thompson's gazelle, Tara's fiancé managed to catch up with her brother before they disappeared through the revolving doors.
Roxi tilted her head chewing her lip as she watched the two go off "Tara...that brother of yours is really something! Why wasn't I that smart? Creating reasons to go to tie rack...." she grinned and shrugged "I can see I bagged myself a good shopping partner! Now, onto more important matters" she suddenly frowned wondering if she'd really admitted there were more important things than shopping.
"More important than shopping? Are you feeling alright?" Asked Tara in mock concern.
"Yeah.. I think." She frowned again. "Doesn't sound like me though does it? But stop wriggling out of things you wriggly thing! Tell me more about your love life, I want proper details now Naboo's gone."
Tara shrugged a little. "Like… what?"
"Ok first off.. what on this dear sweet glitter-filled earth is a shaman? Is Vince one too? Is it like some sort of guys club thing?" Poor Roxi looked absolutely baffled.
Tara burst out laughing. "No, Vince isn't a shaman you fool. A shaman's like.. like a mystic, sorta. A healer, a medium.. bit of wizard thrown in. That's how Naboo did that stuff, with my back and the suitcases."
"Oooh! Wow that's strange.. but cool, very very cool!" Roxi's normally big eyes were like saucers, showing just how much she was impressed by the whole thing. "And how and where did you meet? And when did you get together? And you know… details! I'm OCD on gossip details!"
Tara sighed. "I told you when Naboo and I got together! Although I wouldn't be in the least surprised you'd forgotten, not after you forgot your shoes that time.. Fine. Naboo worked at the zoo Vince worked at a while back. He worked in the kiosk, I met him when I first went to see Vince there. He let me have a tub of bubbles for free actually..." She trailed off for a moment, lost in the memory. "We got together almost two years later, after we all went to that Rocky Horror sing-along I said to you about, remember, I borrowed your costume? I fell asleep on him on the sofa, but I woke up by myself, so... I dunno, even though I'd caught him looking at me, and thought there was something between us, that made me think maybe there wasn't, so I went shopping with Vince to take my mind off things. But then that night I was in the living room by myself and he came in... we were stood in front of the window, just talking a bit, but our hands were together then... then we kissed"
She was grinning so much that Roxi couldn't help breaking into her own Cheshire cat smile. "You really do love him… I've never seen you like this before!"
"But I'm sure everyone's sick of hearing about me, what's going on with you? Anyone you've been concealing?"
Roxi laughed "You've gotta be kidding me....after Danny I wouldn't care if I never went on another date again! Guys are just too much trouble for me! Maybe I should become a lesbian instead...and steal you away from Naboo!" she giggled smiling brightly, showing she was joking. Then again anything was possible with Roxi, but she definitely liked her guys more...
Tara laughed. "Well darling, you know if it were anyone it would be you," she paused to wink. "But if you did that I fear Naboo might turn you into a real fox, Rox!"
"I think I could live with that! Think how cute I'd be, and I could steal things from shops and no one would care so I'd get an even bigger wardrobe!" she went off in a train of though to the wonderful world that is Roxi's mind.
"What would a fox be doing with a huge wardrobe full of women's clothes? They'd never fit you."
"Well foxes can accessorize! And I could steal stuff for Vince! And I know what you're like for talking to animals, so you'd still speak to me! And I could get a cute little fox poncho!" She shrugged, always seeing the silver lining.
"At least the poncho would make you happy about living in the gutter. With all the fag ends and dirt..." Tara prompted.
"Hey! You wouldn't chuck a cute little fox out on the street would you? With no family...think of what could happen to it, it might die!" She was starting to get tears in her eyes when she thought about it, as if the fox was actually real, or as if she really was getting thrown out.
"And what d'you mean, stealing stuff for Vince? What about me?"
"You're the one chucking me out into a gutter!"
"Fine, you can live in our back garden. Provided I can get Vince to stop chucking rubbish bags back there... I swear, he'll make a mountain of them if I don't keep on at him."
"Hey! I'm a clean fox! Why can't I stay in the house? Parading around in my little poncho and you know, shedding fur and mucking around when people are trying to concentrate!" She pulled a classic pout, which oddly enough rather resembled Vince's; clearly it must be the fashionista pout
"Roxi the oddly-dressed fox of distraction, oh yes I'm sure you'll be more than welcome."
"Fine I won't steal you from your fiancé...I'll steal the next most feminine thing....your brother!" she stuck her tongue out cheekily, moving swiftly out of the way of Tara's wrath.
"Get your mitts off him you tart. He's a delicate flower y'know! So says Bollo, anyway."
"Hehe, tarts are good for eating dear! Who's this Bollo guy anyway? And Howard! You haven't told me anything about them yet!"
"Dude.. keep it clean, in the first chapter at least! Honestly." She laughed. "Howard's Vince's best mate, although you wouldn't think it to look at the pair of them. And Bollo's just Naboo's gorilla." She added distractedly, seeing Vince and Naboo return, laden with scarves. "Oh dear... so much for- well, actually, that probably is as far as Naboo could restrain Vince. Unless he slipped him an extra twenty."
Roxi was still as Tara got up to call to them.
"...Gorilla?"
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