authors note: hi. this is my first howince. so please go easy. many thanks to naboolio for helping me with the ideas.
disclaimer: i don't own any of the boosh. that thanks goes to noel fielding and julian barratt (we love you both)
i shall now stop talking and let you read what is hopefully a good story
Vince Noir stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying what was now a third layer of eyeliner
Vince Noir stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying what was now a third layer of eyeliner. He had to look his best. This was a big night for him. Not that it was a bigger party, but because tonight he was flying solo. He was going out without Howard. Slowly applying thick, glittery eye shadow, he watched as Howard, approached the doorway, watching him, a small smile upturning his thin lips.
Vince's heart leapt involuntarily. Was Howard smiling at him? Him? No…couldn't be…
Wait a minute…since when has Vince Noir, electro superstar, felt fluttering in his stomach over Howard Moon, jazz maverick? It simply wasn't possible.
Was it?
"How much make-up do you need little man?" Howard asked, making a chill run down Vince's spine.
"Enough to make me look good," Vince replied, grinning and smearing mascara over his already long, black lashes, "Howard?"
"Yeah?"
"Nothing," he finished lamely, switching on his straighteners. Nicky Clarke, hottest you can get. They did wonders for his hair. He was about to ask Howard how he looked, then passed it off as vain and decided against it. He pulled round a lock of glossy black hair and clamped the straighteners around it. He repeated this several times, whilst staring at Howard in the mirror.
Finishing up half an hour later, he laid down the straighteners on the towel rack next to him and began spraying, volumising and root-boosting his hair.
"When you're quite finished," Howard sighed, "your taxi's outside."
"Cheers!" Vince exclaimed happily, grabbing his black studded jacket and running out the door of the shop, only stopping to glance back and smile at Howard.
The flat was silent.
Thin coils of black smoke rose from the bathroom.
A spark.
A flame.
...
Silence throughout the flat.
…
woot! please review. any ideas will be taken into my rather overcrowded mind. hopefully next chapter will be up in a couple of days.