Don't own Boosh, never will.
When Howard gets fired for assaulting a customer, he gets a job at Reynholm Industries but Vince is made unhappy by how close Howard and a certain Goth become. T for language but that's about it. Howard/Vince from start so don't like, don't read
Goths, Jazz and Jealousy
My Mistakes
Pulling up the graffiti clad shutters open, I huffed. I was always staring at the graffiti Vince wrote and couldn't get off. Luckily, he'd be up soon. Humming a simple jazz tune beneath my breath, I didn't notice him appear in the doorway.
"Morning." He grinned and stepped onto the streets, still in his pyjamas. His hair stuck out in all different directions except for his fringe which lay beneath a purple and yellow diamante sleep mask. His pyjamas where purple with chickens on. He said the colours matched his sleep mask and even in sleep he had to co-ordinate. He giggled and wrapped his slim arms around my waist from behind; I grinned and lay my head back onto his shoulder.
"Sleep well?" I felt him nod and tilt his head to rest on mine. "You know I'm still not happy about this graffiti. Everyday Eleanor comes in and asks if I'm in the mood.
"In the mood for what I wonder." He mumbled and wandered back into the doorway. "I'm gonna go get ready." I nodded, fully knowing this was an hour and a half process. "I'll not be long." He said that every day and still took that long to get ready. Stepping back into the shop, I sighed and resumed my place behind the till; then turned to Stationary Village to make some adjustments. Turned out I did like the fountain in that position Vince's strange punk friend had put it in. Vince appeared at the counter two hours later looking perfect as always. His hair was poker straight and backcombed, his outfit matched perfectly, his eyeliner was unfaultable. He looked beautiful. I smiled and pointed to a young man who had just entered the shop.
"Hello love." He smiled happily at Vince. I blinked several times but didn't take it seriously. He was just being polite. "What's a beautiful thing like you doing in a run down shithole like this?" I stood, constantly swapping how my arms were crossed or the position my hat was in. "How about we go out someplace hmm, maybe after we can go back to my place?" I pulled a pencil from the pencil castle and pointed it at him.
"Howard calm down, no need to pull out an H!" The sharp point was directly aimed at him.
"Fuck off mate! Do you know this prick?" Vince scoffed and tugged at my arm.
"He's my boyfriend." He sighed as Naboo walked in. "Anyway, he never takes pencils from Stationary Village; he takes them from the top draw so you've made him mad. He never infiltrates the village unless it's an emergency."
"Yeah so get out this shop before I shove this pencil where the sun doesn't shine!" I jabbed at him with the pencil, Naboo snatching it off me.
"'Oward you ball bag what you doing? You can't be jabbing my customers with H pencils, it's not right. I can get done for abuse! Tell you what, how about you take one thing that you want and don't mention us to the authorities." Nodding, the man took a hundred Euro lamp and headed out the door. "You just cost me one hundred Euros. I cant afford this Howard, I cant afford to keep paying for your mistakes! I'm gonna have to let you go." Vince stared at him wide eyed.
"What? Naboo that's a bit far isn't it?" He mumbled in a bid to reason with the annoyed and slightly violent shaman.
"No, now I'm gonna have to turn my back on you." I screamed and dropped my head onto Vince's shoulder.
"Please Naboo, please anything but that! No!" I grabbed my coat and sighed. "Fine, don't need this place! I can do anything I want!" I turned to Vince and took him in my arms one last time before I set off job hunting. "I'm gonna miss this place. I'm gonna miss you, you know that? I'll miss waking up to see you reading NME and I'll miss the graffiti and you throwing small plastic cars at Eleanor." Vince smiled and leant his forehead against my lips.
"You've been fired, you still live here you berk." I smiled and pressed a kiss to his fringe. "See you tonight then but I'm warning you, if you're not back by nine I'm not letting you in. Peacock Dreams is on and I'm not missing another episode. He interviews Kurt Cobain tonight… not quite sure how they did it. He'd already died but that's the fun bit, guessing how he did it!" I smiled at the gleam in his cobalt eyes and gave his hand a final squeeze.
"Naboo, I'll never forget this. Naboo?" I gazed at the Shaman who was staring at a corner in amazement. "Is he on the drugs again? See you later." I sighed and headed out of the door, the musical ding chiming behind me.
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