A/N: Another new fic for you all! Established relationship for this one, which is a fairly new thing for me, so we'll just have to see how well it goes. It's meant to be cute, I hope it is, and I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

Disclaimer: The Mighty Boosh is not mine, if it was I suspect all this would have happened long ago...

Howard walked down the stairs awkwardly. It had been a long time since he'd needed to wear a suit, and he wasn't comfortable in it. It was black, and slightly shiny, and didn't really suit him that well. But he stuck it out. He knew he wouldn't be as uncomfortable as Vince. Vince wasn't good with ordinary clothes. He didn't even own a suit; he had hired one instead. Just as Howard was remembering his struggle to get Vince to wear the suit, he came down the stairs. Howard smiled a little at the look on his face, and even more at the way he looked. The suit was plain black, like his own, but it suited Vince perfectly. It fitted to his skinny frame, but wasn't too tight. He also wore a brand new, pure white shirt, and a skinny black tie done up in a knot so tiny Howard wondered how he would undo it later.

"I hate wearing this." Vince muttered.

"Why? You look amazing." he smiled a little at the compliment, but said:

"It just feels weird. I don't see why we have to go anyway."

"It was your idea to tell them all then."

"Well, they've gotta know sometime, ain't they? As if it weren't obvious enough."

"People choose not to notice what they don't want to see, Vince."

"I know. Come on. We should go, or we'll be late."

"Since when have you cared about being late?"

"Since now."

"Well, one thing first." Howard took Vince's face in his hands and kissed him softly. Vince's hands crept to his waist and they stood in the embrace for a long, timeless moment. But in an instant, it was over. Breathlessly, they left Nabootique and carried on into the streets of Camden. Vince looked less bitter about his outfit now, and Howard began his routine study of him. He noticed that he hadn't put any eyeliner on, and it looked as though he didn't have any product in his hair either. Howard asked him if this was the case.

"Yeah," he replied, "I thought it was best to keep it simple."

"Let me feel." Vince nodded and Howard gently stroked his ebony locks.

"Wow." he said. "It's really soft."

"I know. It even surprised me."

"You surprise me every day, Vince Noir." Vince smiled and winked at him, and Howard took his hand. Since they got together, Howard had almost forgotten his hatred of being touched. Occasionally, it would pop up again, often at inappropriate times. But they would just wait for it to pass and carry on as normal. He had also become more relaxed, more willing to have fun. He'd even agreed to having a party, although he'd left the arrangements to Vince. Vince had actually calmed down a little. He'd grown up in a way. Now that he'd found love, real, pure, true love, it seemed that he didn't need to be childish. Of course, he still annoyed Howard sometimes, or took the piss out of him, but he wouldn't be Vince if he didn't. Everything was how it should be: perfect.

The garden was set up beautifully. A huge hexagonal gazebo sat in the middle of the lawn, its inner frame twined with fairy lights which glowed soft pale yellow. A low cast iron table and six cushioned chairs had been placed in the centre. The quiet chatter of the other guests mingled with the twilit sounds of the city; distant sirens, footsteps, cars. No music played, but none needed to. The scene was wonderful enough as it was. The whole party resided under frames of soft gauzy netting to keep the insects away. As Vince and Howard walked through this, they also noticed that there were a few candles lit on the low table, filling the area with scents of vanilla, cinnamon and honey. Howard recognised the smell somehow, but didn't quite realise how until he pulled Vince closer to him and caught another wisp of it. It was Vince's smell. He breathed in deeply and looked around. He didn't want to forget this scene. Even if things didn't go as planned, this party would be one to remember. Vince was standing there smiling and waving at people.

"Do you know everyone?" Howard joked.

"Pretty much." Was the totally serious reply. Howard laughed.

"Yeah. You and your popularity."

"I know. Anyway, it was Jada who invited us. She's my friend."

"Good point."

"Come on. We'd better mingle. Or it'll look weird. We can't just stand here like a couple o' well dressed lemons."

"It's not like we had a choice. The dress code was formal."

"Yeah, well. Come on, I'll introduce you to some of my mates." he stood on his toes to see over the crowd. "Hey, I think that's Leroy over there." he took Howard's hand and pulled him through the crowds. But when they got there, Leroy was nowhere to be seen.

"Why does he always disappear?" Howard asked.

"I dunno. Maybe he don't like me."

"How could anyone fail to like you? I think he's just got an incredibly busy life and his schedule's so packed he can only do things for a few seconds before he has to leave."

"You know, I musta taught you a few things, cause you're inventing excuses like a pro. Although it'd be better if you weren't making them for Leroy."

"Getting jealous, are you?" Howard raised his eyebrows at Vince, who pushed him playfully. They laughed and Vince wrapped an arm around Howard's waist before they dived into the fray.

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