Sorry for my horrible example of a crimp. Haha! Don't forget! Fadoodle!

Vince Noir, Rock N Roll star is exclusive!

It just sounded so strange to hear him say that, especially to Howard. Neither of them had ever had much luck with the ladies (Howard much more than Vince). Every now and then, he'd see Vince share a kiss with another girl, but never anything more than that. It was just downright weird, if Howard had anything to say about it.

Vince had gone walking through the store, trying to find something to tinker with, more than likely, leaving Howard still behind the counter. He shrugged off the news he'd gotten from his best friend and pulled out a notebook. He'd better do a little stock taking before Naboo got back from his meeting with the Shamen and got on his head about it.

It had been quite for, say, about five minutes when a small toy rocket ship painted red came flying through the air and hit Howard directly on the head. He jumped, and looked around, catching his eye on a snickering Vince, leaning against a shelf full of knick-knacks. "Score!"

"That's enough playing around, Vince. You ought to do a bit of stock taking.

Vince sighed heavily, and frowned. "Stock taking! That's boring!"

"Well, Vince, sometimes you gotta do the boring things before you get to do what you want."

"Really? Well, I don't do stock taking. That's a Man of Action's job, y'know?" He chuckled.

"You could be a Man Of Action too. If you tried."

"Men Of Action are nothing special." Vince took another toy in his hands and tinkered with it.

"Oh yeah? And who told you that?" Howard wrote a couple of notes and check things off.

"Leroy."

"Leroy's a Man Of Action too."

"What?"

"Yeah. He told me."

"That's ridiculous! I'm gonna go ring 'em right now!"

Ding ding!

The door pushed at the bell attached to the entrance as it was pushed open. Both Howard and Vince looked to see who it was. It was Peyton, stepping through the thresh hold. Vince grinned. "Cheers, Peyton! You just got me out of stock taking," he said, strolling her way.

"You weren't going to do them anyways!" Howard accused.

Vince put his arms around Peyton and kissed her. "He's absolutely right," he said.

Peyton giggled and looked towards Howard. "Hey Howard," she said, with a friendly smile and a wave.

"Well, I've got to go change," Vince said, breaking their hug and heading for the stairs. "So I'll be back in.... lets say four hours?"

With that, he was up the stairs, leaving Howard and Peyton alone. Peyton strolled slowly through the store and stood next to Howard. A little too close, if you asked him. "Whatcha doing?" she asked, tapping at the notebook.

Howard looked towards her, then back to his notebook. "Stock taking," he said.

"Really?" She smiled. "Sounds pretty boring."

"Well, you've gotta do the boring things before you get to do what you want. That's what true Men Of Action say."

Peyton lay a hand on Howard's shoulder. "Oh? Well, what do you like to do, Man Of Action?"

Howard looked towards her smiling face and brushed her hand from his shoulder. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "I.... I like to listen to jazz."

Peyton's grin widened. She clasped her hands together in front of her and spun around in a circle. "Jazz? I love jazz!"

"Really now?" He turned towards her, an unexpected smile playing at his mouth. "Who's your favorite artist?"

"Howlin' Jimmy Jefferson."

"Ah, I've got a few of his records, y'know?"

Her smile widened again. She took hold of Howard's hand and smiled up at him. "Why not put on one of his records?" she asked, batting her lashes.

"Uh..." Howard pulled his hand from hers. His cheeks turned a deep red as he turned away. "Okay then..." He walked off, wiping his hand on his pants, like he'd gotten a disease from her. He picked a record from a rack full of them and sat it in the record player nearby.

Howard grinned as the music started and raised his eyebrows. He pointed towards the record player. "Yeah?" he said.

Peyton laughed and stepped over to Howard, taking one of his hands again. "I like this song," she said quietly. "But..." She leaned forward, pressing herself against Howard and lifted the needle on the record player, changing the song. "I like this one better."

She stood on her toes, leaning her head back.

Howard looked at her, his eyes a bit bigger than usual. "Wh- what are you doing? You're Vince's girlfriend!"

"Yeah? Well, Vince isn't around right now, is he?" She smiled, touching his bottom lip with her index finger.

Howard blinked several times and pushed Peyton away from him softly, turning around and walking off with his notebook. "Absolutely not, Peyton. This won't be happening."

Peyton gave him a look and placed her hands on her hips. "What are you saying? You don't find me attractive?"

He wasn't sure how to answer the question. He did. But that was Vince's girlfriend! There was no way he'd want her then. "I don't feel comfortable answering that question, ma'am."

The next three our four hours continued just this way; Peyton would hit on Howard, and he'd try his best to ignore her advances. He wouldn't be a part of that. He was intent on making sure that didn't happen.

During yet another advance, Vince started down the stairs, declaring himself to the room. "Be prepared! This outfit's gonna blow your mind!"

Peyton straightened herself up quickly, taking several steps away from Howard and smiling Vince's way. "Whoa." His outfit wasn't that amazing. Howard had seen him dress that was millions of times. Belt outside the belt loops, high heels to make him feel taller, a dandyesque top. He just happened to be wearing a cape that day.

"Later Howard. We're out of here!" Vince said, raising a hand his way. "And turn that Jazz crap off! I feel like I'm about to break out in hives."

"Yeah," Peyton added, over her shoulder. "Jazz sucks." And with a wink and a smile, she was out the door behind Vince.

"Candy floss. C- c- c- Candy floss. Tasty, sugary, diabetes! On a stick. Candy fl-"

"What is that?" Peyton asked, suddenly, pulling off a piece of her cotton candy and placing it on the top.

Vince looked towards her, like he was confused and then smiled. "It's called a Crimp. It's a thing me and Howard do. But I guess it's not really a crimp unless there's two of us, eh?" He laughed. Peyton wasn't completely sure what he was talking about.

"Hmmm... Interesting..." She pulled another piece from the cotton candy and placed it on the top.

"Is that Vince?!"

Vince jumped. He looked around, and spotted the voice's owner. "Oh no..." Bob Fossil, making his way across the street, wearing the same outfit he'd been wearing for years.

"Who's that?"

"Absolutely no one."

"Vincey!" Bob yelled, throwing his hands into the air for a hug. Vince stared at him, wide eyed, obviously showing he wasn't about to hug him. So, Bob tried to play it off, taking one hand and patting him awkwardly on the shoulder. "What's up! Haven't seen you at the Velvet Onion in a while!"

Vince smiled sarcastically. "Yeah, well..."

Bob put a friendly arm around his shoulder. "You and Howard should come on down! For old time sake! Well, not Howard so much. But, you!"

"You know, Fossil, I'll think about that," Vince said, removing his arm from his shoulder.

"Really? Will you?!" Bob Fossil was much too excited.

"Yeah, but right now I'm gonna walk away with my lady friend here, 'cause you're a freak."

They began to walk away, but Fossil only fallowed them. Eventually, Peyton got a little bit tired of it. "I'm about to get rid of this guy," she muttered to Vince. "Hey, weird fat guy," she said, taking his hand and pulling him away.

They were both gone for about ten minutes, but when she returned, she was alone.

"Cheer, Peyton! What happened?"

She grinned. "We just had a little talk. He said he'd leave you alone."