I know I still haven't replied to most of the reviews for Dead Man Walking, but this finally wanted to come out, and once it's done, I hate having finished stuff unposted. So I thought I'd put it up now. Especially considering that the world may be due to end at 8am.
With that in mind, lots of reviews would be lovely, because I'm clearly a feedback whore and I'm not going to let any seven-headed dragons or black holes get in the way of that.
If you read this after 8am and the world hasn't ended, then I suppose you don't have to review, but you'd be a very nice person if you did.
But, realistically, the world ain't gonna end, is it, so... if you want to, do. If not, hello!
That was unnecessarily long winded, but hey, it's 3am and I have nothing better to do. I'll shut up now, yeah.
Extra disclaiming: The lyrics in this chapter are from 'Saturday Night' by Suede, which is another thing I don't own. I still don't own the Boosh. Not even a tiny bit of it.
Enjoy.
Saturday Night's All Right
Howard is ready. He's changed, he's combed his hair, he's wearing that new cologne Vince picked out. He's been ready a while.
Vince isn't even close. Howard doesn't understand it. He's dressed already, and he looks beautiful. His hair is straightened, and Howard can't see how he could possibly look any different. Wherever they go tonight, who's ever going to notice some subtle something on his face?
"Oi!" Howard calls. "Lady! Move it!"
Vince turns round, sticks his tongue out, then grins. He stands up, leaning on one hip, and cups imaginary breasts. He gives Howard a coy little smile.
Come on, tell me what you think.
Howard scrunches his face, holds his hand level and wiggles it.
Hmm, so-so.
Vince laughs, and turns back to his makeup.
Howard can't see how he could possibly look any more beautiful.
Howard sits back, catching the music playing in the bedroom.
O-oh, whatever makes her happy
On a Saturday Night…
Howard can't help grinning. Then he laughs. Vince turns round, smiling, and Howard begrudgingly admits to himself that the makeup does make Vince's eyes look far more pronounced. He decides against mentioning it.
Vince turns back to the mirror, his reflection smiling as his little bum bounces cheekily to the music.
"Get out here, you look fine." Howard gets up and stands in the doorway. "Little tart."
When Vince ignores him, he proceeds further into the room and grabs Vince by the arm, pulling him upright. Vince struggles a moment, leaning away to cover his lips in one final coat of gloss, before complying and following him out of the room.
Howard leans down to kiss him, and Vince turns his head away.
"You'll smudge it," he pouts.
With two fingers on his cheek, Howard leans down again, and Vince is his.
