a/n: sorry this is a bit of a short chapter but it seemed like a good place to stop at the time. may add more later.
disclaimer: no...still dont own the boosh.
fire caught the towels in a rush and roared up the blood red curtains where the ceiling tiles set alight with a violent, deadly quiet explosion, raining down small sparks of golden flame. they carried on the cooling breeze, floating majestically into the living room, landing on a small pile of papers and spellbooks, left by naboo that night. the soft wind blew, fanning the sparks. they caught quickly, spreading a dazzling sheet of charred remains and flame around the room, trapping the sleepers in their seperate rooms. the flames grew, helped by the warming summers breeze, slowly claiming each room for it's deadly tally. thick black smoke oozed consistantly, creeping under and around each bedroom doorway like tendrils of pure death, itching for its unsuspecting prey...
Vince lounged in the back of his taxi. he'd had a great time, dancing with all the girls, drinking a hell of a lot of flirtinis. but all along he felt something was missing, and he knew exactly what that something was.
Howard.
every time he'd gone out to a party and had to be pulled out of it by force, who did that? Howard.
when no girls wanted to know (very rare for vince but hey...it happens) who was there to talk to him?
Howard.
Howard.
Howard.
what was he doing? thinking that he had to get back to Howard when there was still a load of lonely girls back at that party?
suddenly, vince noticed a hazy black cloud, slowly rising from the direction he was heading...smoke...HOWARD! "excuse me," he said, rapping on the glass divider of the taxi. the window slid open with a shriek.
"what d'ya want squire?" the taxi driver asked exasparatedly.
"can you go a bit faster please? i...i'll pay you more?" he finished, holding out an extra 40 euros. the taxi driver shrugged, took the money and began to pick up speed. vince sat up tensly, not taking his eyes off the slowly growing black cloud.