New Year's Eve Traditions
Pairing: Howince
Summary: You've got to keep traditions alive. They're there for a reason, you know!
Word Count: 252
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, really.
Disclaimer:I own none of the rights to any of this.
Author's Notes: I wrote this in about...five minutes? Massive plot bunny. I think it might have been related to that one that stars in the game Pelt The Rabbit In His Big White Face. I was afraid it might come after me if I didn't whip this one out quick smart.
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"Didn't I tell you, Howard? It's practically tradition on New Year's Eve to go out and get plastered, and then coz you're so drunk, at midnight you kiss the person you've secretly fancied for ages!" Vince exclaimed in his typical excited, glittery, retina-burning manner.
Howard sighed. "That's not the scene for me, Vince, and you know it. No, I'll be having a quiet night in; welcoming in the New Year in a sombre manner."
"I would've invited you to this party, Howard, but you wouldn't have enjoyed yourself. Well, I'm off! Have fun watching the fireworks on the telly!" Vince said, before disappearing in a flourish.
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Howard sat on the couch, watching the television. It was almost midnight. He jumped when he heard a crash and then the tell-tale thump thump thump of Vince coming up the stairs, drunk.
"Alright, Howard!" Vince said, flopping down onto the couch next to Howard. Howard merely grunted in acknowledgement.
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"Oh brilliant! It's almost midnight!" Vince exclaimed.
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As everyone wished each other a happy new year, Howard found himself with an armful of Vince Noir. Vince had flung himself upon Howard at the stroke of midnight, and was now kissing him. Howard, once the shock had worn off, started kissing Vince back. When the need for air was apparent and they drew back, Vince said, "Had to keep the New Year's Eve tradition alive, you know."
Howard smiled. "Happy New Year, Vince."
