Okay so straight away this is dedicated to Jamie for her birthday :) You can never have too many birthday ficlets haha :)
I am currently loving her other dedicated stories and her thank you one so here's one from me to add to your collection.

Basically I got the idea from her username on this site, asked her about it and created this. No idea how many chapters there will be, hopefully two-ish more (she says lol) anyway, disclaimer, I own nothing of course, Barratt and Fielding do and I'm pretty sure Jamie owns herself and her username!
Hope you like it :) xxx

The Curse of Buttons Magoo

Button it

Vince practically glided out of the Velvet Onion with a couple of his friends behind him including Leroy at his side who was blind drunk as usual. After his set he had sat down at the bar and soon enough he was crowded with people dying to chat with him or to just catch a closer glimpse of him. He had insisted on a drinking game with a few of the girls and Leroy around him and of course Leroy lost continually and got drunk faster and faster, the penalty being a shot of Tequila each time.

The giggling from the girls around him snapped him out of his little daydream, his shoes clapped against the grimy cobbled road as he led his little group through the street that was bathed in a soft orange glow from the lamps above. One of the girls stumbled with a loud crack while grasping the nearest arm of one of her friends, they erupted into malicious drunken laughter causing all the group except Vince to turn around.

"Oh hang on Vince, she's snapped a stiletto." Leroy complained in a slightly slurred tone who stood between the gaggle of girls and the Mod who refused to stop strolling along the pavement.

"Vince Noir waits for no one!" He giggled back while thrusting a finger in the air before letting it flop down, he turned to face Leroy and continued walking backwards while the girl pulled off her broken shoe and flung it across the road while shouting 'oh fuck it'.

"Good thinking." Vince shouted back over his shoulder to the girl who just laughed softly and caught grins from her other friends. Clearly she was ecstatic Vince Noir had said something to her even if he didn't actually make any eye contact.

"So Vince," Leroy began catching up with the drunken fairy "Where are we actually goin'?" Vince bit his lip for a moment while swinging his arms in a dramatic fashion as he walked, he hadn't thought of a destination. To tell the truth, he only wanted a breath of fresh air. He stopped almost causing Leroy to crash into his back, he faced the girls with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Ladies, where to?" The group giggled and grinned foolishly, chaotic chatter broke out between them which neither of the boy's could make out "Woah, woah! One at a time yeah?"

"We were thinkin' this club down the road...We always go there, the atmosphere in there is electric!" One of the ladies piped up, the others seemed to nod a bit drunkenly in agreement.

"What's your name again?" The young woman smiled not feeling the slightest bit annoyed that Vince had forgotten her name when she had told him over twenty times already, she practically felt flattered that he had spoken directly to her.

"Cassie."

"Right then Cassie! Lead the way."

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After more drinks in another nightclub Vince managed to break away from his followers and tumbled outside into the freezing cold early morning air. He gulped down lung fulls gratefully to try and clear his head, the club was extremely hot but the girl was right about the club being electric, what was her name again? Cathy? No, he couldn't remember. Not that it mattered now anyway.

He decided to take a little walk, anything to get away from the pounding vibrations of the music back in the club. He strolled down the street not really caring where he was going and bumped into a young woman nearly knocking her to the floor, he carried on past her without an apology.

"Oi, manners cost nothing darlin'!" Came a voice from behind Vince, he just shrugged and carried on starring at his feet until he bumped into another person "Didn't you hear me?" This time Vince stopped and looked up into the eyes of the woman, the same one he had knocked past a few seconds ago.

"How did you get from over there to here before me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." She folded her arms with a slight hint of a smile playing at her lips.

"Yeah whatever." He mumbled and made to push past her again.

"I don't think so." She clicked her fingers and he stopped dead, his feet were unable to shift themselves from the disgusting pavement.

"Do you mind? I'm tryin' to walk here."

"Yeah, so was I until you rudely pushed into me. Nearly knocked me down you did and you just carried on, din't even care if I was alright."

"Look, is this some kind of sleazy way to catch my attention? 'Cos believe me, I don't need anymore attention from girls thanks."

"Full of yourself aren't you! Or is that the 'drink talking'?"

"Look just get out of my way." The woman held a finger up in front of him and uncrossed her arms.

"I know a lot about you..." She began circling him "Just by looking at you. First you talk way too much," she pressed her right finger into her left index "and you can't say a single nice thing about anyone can you? Not even your best friend! No, don't bother answering that. I don't have time to listen," She shot him a stern look "I suggest, you..." her fingers drifted quickly to her lips as she mimed closing buttons "button it, Vince Noir."

Vince felt a sudden pressure and tightness on his lips as they clamped themselves together, the street lamps flickered out plunging the street in total darkness. His mouth began to hurt, he tried parting his lips but they only opened a couple of inches while three spots across them were glued together, suddenly the lights came on and he was thrown off balance to his knees. His feet had been freed but his lips were still trapped.

He panicked, his hand running frantically across his mouth and cheeks then in a desperate attempt he tried pulling the stuck bits of skin apart only to murmur and moan in pain. The only thing he could think of to do was to get up and run.