Ok so the alcohol was a bit on the hardcore side and I didn't want to write hospital chapters even though I STRANGELY enjoy writing them...Weird I know
Instead I made up some lame excuse that sounded good in my head

The next chapter (I think) will get angsty again with maybe a hint of friendship/comfort, iuno yet, maybe Vince will smash a vase or three. We'll see what comes out of my head
Oh and yayyy I persuaded the parents to keep my computer set up in my room x) Woop!
Anyway, enjoy and of course I don't own
xx

Iron stomach or Shaman magic?

You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry, yet I'm still in love with you and I don't know why.

When the sun shone through the cracks in the curtains and filled the flat it failed to wake the sleeping drunk on the floor, the stench of vodka, wine and whisky hung strong in the air along with the smell from the Hookah. Vince slept silently not snoring or talking; the Vodka pool round his head had dried during the night leaving a matted sticky mess in his fringe.

Howard emerged from his room dressed in what he slept in and was greeted by the sight of his friend slumped over the carpet along with two bottles of alcohol both of which were empty. He sighs, rolls his eyes and heads to the kitchen switching on the kettle and pulling out a jar of coffee granules.

"Come on Vince, time to get up." He mumbles while yanking the curtains aside letting more sunlight flood the room, still the mod didn't stir "Christ, how much did you drink last night?" He comments at the stench of the strong liquor as he bends down towards Vince and shakes his arm gently "Come on, get up." He shakes harder but gets no response "Vince! Wake up." Panic starts to set in, instinctively he presses two fingers to Vince's neck and checks for a pulse. He feels an even and healthy pulse beating out against his fingers so hauls the drunk up into a sitting position leaning him back against the wall "Wake up." He clutches his face gently and shakes it then taps his cheek with the side of his hand but got nothing but disorientated mumbles. He notices the bottles of Vodka on the floor surrounded by a sticky patch of carpet, he rolls it over and reads the label noticing it was Naboo's Shaman Vodka "Guaranteed to give the drinker an 'iron stomach'." He reads with a confused expression on his face then turned to the back of the label "When drunk, this liquor will give the drinker a lining of 'iron' in their stomach to help prevent poisoning. Warning, does not prevent vomiting." He half laughs and sighs "Great." Then stands to get some coffee for himself and for Vince when he finally woke up "Right come on, up." He waves the coffee under the younger man's nose to try and bring him round but he knew he would need something stronger so instead he picks up the empty bottle and waves that under Vince's nose.

Eventually Vince stirs and starts to come round, when he opens his eyes he bats the bottle away and coughs violently. His head swims dizzily and his stomach wriggles about uncomfortably.

"What the hell did you drink last night?" Howard demands before Vince's eyes have even adjusted to his surroundings.

"I can't remember." He mutters while rubbing his hands over his face wiping away black eyeliner stains.

"Were you crying last night?"

"What do you care?"

"I hate to see you cry."

"So last night when you made me cry you closed your eyes did you?" Vince shakes his head and struggles to his feet pushing away a helping hand from Howard then staggers toward the bathroom slamming the door behind him. He drops to his knees and clutches the toilet bowl with pure white knuckles then waits for the alcohol to come flooding back up his throat.

"You're lucky you aren't dead, Vince." Comes Howard's voice from behind the closed door, Vince just rolls his eyes and breathes deeply trying to persuade the vomit to hurry up.

"You wouldn't care." He retorts shooting his head towards the door but dizziness washes over his anger making him swing his head back toward the toilet, he gags dryly and nothing comes up, he feels bile rise from his stomach but it simply drops back down.

"Don't say things like that!"

"Whatever."

"You're just angry..."

"Damn right." He mutters, gagging again leaning into the toilet bowl. Usually it wasn't so hard for him to throw up alcohol but this was proving a difficult task. There was silence between the two for a while, Howard waited at the bathroom door listening to Vince retch, cough and suddenly cry.

"What's wrong, can I come in?"

"No! Just...Just fuck off!" He battles with the retches desperate for them to stop, his throat was getting sore and the heaving was increasing making it hard for him to draw in breaths turning his cheeks a scary shade of blue.

"Are you alright in there?" Howard calls sounding clearly worried, he hears Vince spluttering for breath then hears him retch again and decides to help him whether he wanted it or not. Thankfully the bathroom door wasn't locked, he made his way in and knelt down by Vince and the toilet and made to hold the mod's hair back out of the way, he stopped hesitantly then sighed a little louder than he intended to and gently scooped Vince's hair out of his face and held it back. The smaller man's face creased into a frown for a split second but Howard didn't notice, instead he rubbed Vince's back in a circular motion with his free hand and winced each time he retched.

"I'm fine." He chokes out between heaving and gives a quick glance to Howard who shakes his head in a way that showed he didn't believe Vince one bit.

After several long minutes most of the alcohol had finally left Vince's stomach and was swimming in the bottom of the toilet bowl, he slumped himself against the radiator not caring that it was on and would eventually burn his skin. He felt drained and dizzy, his head was murdering him, his eyes were still sore and his throat felt like sand paper.

"Bet I look a state don't I?" He mumbles looking at his friend who is sat opposite him on the floor.

"You look lovely." Howard jokes with a slight laugh and smile then stands and flushes the sick away.

"I wish you meant that." The air was tense as the sentence slipped from Vince's mouth but he felt too sluggish to care, he just wanted to lean on something soft and go to sleep.

"Come on, you should sleep the hangover off." Howard changes the subject as though he had read Vince's mind, feeling too tired to argue he let's Howard pull him to his feet and guide him to the couch but dizziness wins him over and he ends up falling into Howard pushing him down onto the sofa with him. He collapses in a heap with his face pressed against his chest feeling too exhausted to move himself, he feels comfortable in this position and a smile spreads across his face but Howard however doesn't and gets up immediately making Vince's head flop down onto the cushions.

"No I can't just do that Vince." He blurts out moving away to pick up the empty bottles from the floor.

"Do what? I wasn't trying to do anything."

"You know what."

"I just fell." Vince half laughs against the cushions on the chair with a slight frown on his face "I wasn't trying to get into you or anything like that. How shallow do you think I am?" He received no reply "Sometimes it really pisses me off how little you think of me, Howard." He stands shakily and heads to his bedroom "Even though you may think nothing gets to me, that one thing really does." He slams his bedroom door and flops onto his bed, he hears Howard call to him from the lounge.

"You'll get over it soon, Vince." The sentence sends flares of anger through his system making tears fly from his eye sockets. The heartbreaking thing was, that statement was the truest thing Vince had ever heard and it tore him apart inside.