I don't own The Mighty Boosh, Julian and Noel do.
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"Wait, you're half demon? How?" Howard spluttered, now it was his turn to cry, a small tear fell down his face, tears of fear. Vince didn't reply directly, they all sat in silence, the only noises gracing the room was the sounds of Vince And Naboo making noises of despair, or pain.
"they fell in love at a club…" Vince began, speaking up after so long startling Howard and Naboo both.
"And what would a beautiful lady like you, be doing sat alone in an awful club like this?" Valerie spun around,
'who said that?' she asked, if it was one things she hated when going to clubs, then this was it; she hated chat up lines.
"That would be me." The mystery man replied, a smile in his voice. Valerie gasped, she'd found him, her 'Mr.Right ' He was 6"1', tanned slightly, he possessed jet black curly locks that stopped under his ears, a sprinkling of stubble graced his chin and his eyes shone the brightest blue she'd ever seen, she knew from that moment she was in love.
"Urm, Hi I'm Valerie." Valerie grinned, still looking the man up and down, blowing her fringe upwards 'did the club just get hot?' she thought.
"Hey, I'm… Oliver and I must say it's a great pleasure to meet you." Oliver said smiling, he held a hand out and helped Valerie off the barstool she was perched on, her height only being a petite 5"5', she was curvy but not fat, she had long black hair that flowed down to her bum and was littered with multicoloured extensions, her eyes where a deep sea green, which made her look enchanting against her shining pale skin.
"I hope I don't seem to forward, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, fancy a cup of tea at my flat?" He asked, smiling all the way as he led her by her hand out the club and into the bitter cold air of the London city, and hailing a taxi before Valerie could even accept, she obliged though too preoccupied with Oliver than anything else in the world.
The flat was a small one, it wasn't looked well after, take-away boxes and dirty clothes littered the whole flat, there where no photos, no ornaments and very little furniture.
"Just moved in?" Valerie asked.
"Yeah, I've not got much furniture or in fact any appliances, that's why I've been eating crap, it's a bit of a squalor but once I get settled in everything should be fine and dandy, although I do have one piece of crucial furniture; a bed, I mean I'm really cranky when I don't get a good nights sleep, how about you?" Oliver asked, walking directly to the bedroom, not a place you'd call 'romantic' but still, there was a bed and that was all that mattered to Valerie.
"I hate not having a good nights sleep, shall we go to bed?" Valerie asked, removing her corset and then her under blouse, leaving her standing there in her bra, skinnies and heels.
"lets." Oliver smiled, pushing Valerie to the bed, removing her shoes, trousers and undergarments, Valerie ripping at Oliver's clothes.
Nine months later.
"C'mon Valerie! Push!" Shouted the Midwife, who was standing at the foot of the bed, waiting for the new life to enter the world.
"C'mon sweetie, just a little harder!" Oliver said, encouragingly wincing though, due to the fact Valerie was crushing his hand.
"I can see the head! One more push, c'mon Valerie you're doing an excellent job." Valerie heaved again, her face was scrunched up in pain, sweat; dripping of her face, he screams echoed through the white room, but they were soon drowned out by a small wailing, escaping the small polo shaped mouth of the newly born baby boy: Vincent Oliver Noir.