When the song was over he left the dance floor he felt a bit embarrassed he could feel his nerves acting up so he just sipped his lemonade and walked out the fire escape door
The punk from before caught up with him "Why are you running away?" he asked
Rick made an awkward smile "Sorry I'm not into *moshing*"
The Punk answered back "No shit you were like the world's most stiff giraffe back there"
Rick was going to walk off only for the punk to say "I was taking the piss...obviously"
"I'm Vyvyan, sorry for forcing you to mosh with me, I only get to do these on Saturday nights
Rick sat on a low wall
"It wasn't that Everyone was looking at us crash into each other"
Vyvyan tilted his head "Why would they care?"
Rick made a couple miming gestures with his hands
"You know? two blokes grinding into each other like cheese graters"
Vyvyan lit a cigarette and smoked it
"Okay: one, there's not as many uptight tory folks here as there used to be, and two,
This is a punk part of town nobody's judging here"
"You want one?" he offered as he leaned over holding his lighter to where Rick was sitting
Rick nodded as he also took a cigarette
Vyvyan spoke again "if they were staring it's because they were intimidated by me sod em"
Rick chuckled "your such a stupid fascist you know that?"
Vyvyan smirked proudly "Thank you"
Rick looked at the sky "I've never moshed before"
Vyvyan stared at him surprised "Never, as in you've never gotten a gang of mates to just destroy the dance floor to Iron Maiden?"
Rick shook his head "Never I'd usually listen to punk rock music alone
Living in a right-wing house that was frowned upon, tattoos, androgyny the whole lot
Vyvyan was shocked "What are you a hermit? that's one drab existence you've got there"
Rick shrugged
"They vote the pigs, the officers attack people like rabid dogs I want to be a revolutionary Anarchist poet but I can't do much else they worship thatch like she's God outside of literature I'm politically pathetic"
Rick looked down when Vyvyan sat next to him
"Yeah, Well. No one knows about half the shit I've done, like Riding a motorbike up someone's staircase"
"With your folks, they come from a different place on the political spectrum tories will always be nasty in my eyes"
"Yep I agree with you there lively things like Pride parades and concerts I'd be prevented from going to, it doesn't help to have no mates while they complain if I don't talk to new people they simply don't understand concepts like shyness, trust issues or anxiety
I get panic attacks sometimes around crowds and what they say is just deal with it.
"I've had to repress so many things depressive episodes, nerves and flashbacks just because I don't want to bother them or bring the mood down"
"I always feel weird when put into lively situations but that's because I haven't gotten the chance to fully express myself in that way"
Rick kicked his legs against a wall when Vyvyan looked at him
"What would you like to do that you've never done before?"
Rick smiled "Oh so many things I'd like to go to concerts, I'd like to perform for people, I'd like to, I'd' like to
Vyvyan put his finger on Rick's lips "Soho is the party hub of London might as well nick all the time we have left while we still can"
They went to fortune tellers, they went to thrift shops, they bought some "magazines" and they checked out the local comic strip club seeing the likes of French and Saunders, Alexi Sayle and Peter Richardson and Nigel Planer onstage telling jokes.
Rick and Vyvyan then ran off to a pub where they got completely sloshed usually Rick would be able to hold his lager but when "Come On Eileen" was playing on the radio Vyvyan had thrown him into his arms as they danced until after a few more minutes Rick was getting tired and Vyvyan was getting bored "Boring bastard" he mumbled angrily as he grabbed Rick's sleepy face shoving his head into the cake that was in front of him.
Rick cheerfully said, "Hey Vyv this is like Laurel and Hardy or do you prefer Chaplin?"
This ramble of questions cascaded into Vyvyan yelling "Shut Up!" in Rick's face
Rick was suddenly silent he was probably asleep but then Vyv remembered what he said about mental health before as he quietly carried Rick over his shoulder driving him back to his place in his yellow Ford Anglia.
At Vyvyan's house, he let Rick relax on his sofa covered in his universal monster themed blanket
He was about to mumble "I'm sorry" when Rick suddenly awoke to scoff "You bloody fascist" pointing his finger at Vyvyan aggressively before he threw a tantrum "You got your hands over me How dare you! And to think you thought you'd get a snog from me"
Vyvyan was annoyed but not annoyed enough to get violent so he chased Rick around the room
There was a short intermission from the fight when Vyvyan accidentally turned on his record player making the Cliff Richard hit "Living Doll" play which made Rick pause going into a dream-like trance badly singing out of tune
it was not long until they were both yelling "Virgin" at each other while pillow fighting.
However, because of the fun "fight" as they were no longer angry they were laughing
When Rick's pigtails were undone showing his short light blonde hair Rick then pulled at Vyvyan's hair showing orange stains on Rick's shirt Vyvyan also had a similar look
What started off as a chase around the house, dancing and pillow fighting resulted in Vyvyan trying to playfully choke Rick only for him to aggressively hug Vyvyan in return
After the snog and shag was over
Rick innocently licked his lips "I've never done anything like that before"
Vyvyan smirked "All the more reason" as he unlocked the handcuffs from his bed
Rick hesitated "you're a lovely bloke. I can't"
Vyvyan shrugged "Alright then"
Rick stumbled over his words "you see -I?"
Vyvyan nodded "I understand"
Rick looked at the time and scrambled to get his clothes on before he was about to dash outside "I have to go"
Vyvyan stared "in this crap weather?"
Rick shouted back "It's been great to meet you"
