"'Oward!"

Vince's voice slurred from the other side of the shop door, his keys clanging against the lock. "This's impossible!" he laughed, drunkenly, "Open the door!" With a groan, Howard pulled himself up from his seat and yanked the door open, causing Vince to tumble through the doorway. "Glad to see you made it back alive there, sir." Said Howard, reaching out to steady him. And he was, but the night of spinning records at the velvet onion had taken its toll on him. His electric purple jumpsuit was torn at the shoulder, his hair was matted and his knee high black boots were scuffed and dirty.

Falling into the couch heavily Vince launched into a blow by blow account of the night, the dancing, drinking, and the chaos. Howard had since given up on the club scene since his last birthday, the night where, to save himself from the head shaman, Vince had given him his first kiss. "Are you hungry or anything?" He asked his friend nonchalantly, trying to distract himself for his recurring thoughts. Rubbing his eyes, and smudging his makeup, he mumbled that that he was more tired then anything else. "Yeah, fair enough." replied Howard quickly, locking the front door and closing the heavy cloth curtains. "You'll be to bed soon?" Vince shouted as he stumbled up the stairs. He grunted in response and went to the bathroom to get changed.

Pulling on a long sleeve black button up, Howard stared himself down in the mirror for a moment, before raking his fingers through his hair in disdain, and following Vince to their room. Slipping quickly into their room, he took in the sight if his friend, sprawled out on their bed, his jumpsuit unzipped down his torso, his boots kicked off, resting, propped up on some pillows. Howard laid down next to him, as he did every night, and joined him with staring at nothing on the ceiling. Leaning on his elbow, Vince turned to Howard. With all of his effort Howard turned and met his friends gaze, he could smell the beer, and the sweat on his, he could feel his happiness radiating off his and it was almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, Vince pulled himself close to Howard, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, lining his lips up his his. "Don't touch.." Howard stammered out of habit, but Vince eyes glinted brightly, as he pulled Howard into a long breathy kiss. Taking hold of Vinces shirt, he slowly pushed him away, taking only a second to savor the taste of candy on his lips. "You are really drunk, little man." With a huff, Vince fell back onto the headboard. "And so what? This is all i've thought about all day." he muttered darkly. Howard chuckled. "you'll feel better in the morning." With surprising force, Vince pinned Howard back to the head board and sat in his lap, resting his forehead against hoards, eyes closed silent. Howard heart beat out painfully. Hes drunk. Hes drunk. "Howard." he grabbed Vinces shoulders and pushed him back a bit, Vinces head hung low, his choppy bangs hiding his face, defeated. "No one else makes me as happy as you do, no one gets me I couldn't stand anyone at the gig tonight..." Howard blinked. He couldn't even dare to believe any of this was true. "Seriously!"started Vince again, his head shooting up, eyes staring daggers into his friends, only inches away. "I know im not smart, and I cant talk to you very well and this will probably ruin everything for us, but after thing shit poor night, I just had to tell you." tentatively, Howard took Vinces face in his hand and kissed him, and when it was returned Howard rolled Vince onto his back, kissing his deeply and with mad abandon, until Howard stopped, again. "I couldn't handle if this were to disappear in the morning" Vince bit Howards neck and pulled him back into the embrace.

"It wont."