A/N – this is a little birthday ficlet for Jamie… I know… ANOTHER one. (she's lucky, ain't she). By the way, Jamie's celebrating her 21st in this… NOT her 14th)
Disclaimer: Boosh owned by Barratt, Fielding and baby cow productions. Jamie owns herself and therefore owns the title.
Chapter One
Vince's Jamie
Vince grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the club. She hailed a taxi and told the driver her address before climbing in the back with her boyfriend of three months. He kissed her and she could feel his hand lifting the hem of her skirt, his fingers slipping under.
They drew up outside her house before anything really happened in the back of that taxi. It all happened inside.
The next morning Vince awoke with Jamie lying across his chest. He moved her head slowly, delicately, not wanting to wake his sleeping beauty up. Unfortunately, she did, just in time to see his arse disappear into his boxers.
"Hey."
"Shh. Go back to sleep."
"Where're you going?"
"Work. If I'm late, my boss'll kill me!"
"Right… when can you next see me?"
"Next week?"
"NEXT WEEK?"
"Sorry. I've got to work big time."
"Alright. Call me?"
"I will."
Vince left the flat, fully dressed.