Don't really like this...I think the characters are off and it's just...Blah but it's being posted because I need to get my arse in gear and get it written and finished.
Amazingly amazingly sorry for the amazingly stupid long wait x) But it's here now and it's dedicated to ButtonsMagoo because she suggested I write it when I didn't know which to write x)

But now I'm rambling...So disclaimer as usual, I don't own any of the shows, only the boxsets :)
Should be one more chapter after this then I'll think about writing the Man to Man chapters...Not sure about them yet...Anyway, on with the show

xxx

Party

When eight o'clock came around the Velvet Onion was already alive with music, lights and drinking. Guests were laughing and dancing while some were chatting loudly with Nathan in a corner who was showing off his mobile phone.
Vince was dancing madly with an alcohopop in his hand spilling the blue stuff everywhere, he had insisted on going home from the hospital and getting ready for a further two or so hours before he made an entrance to the party.
Howard stood by the bar with the lady from the shop, Jen who had given up her chase of Richmond earlier on in the day and had decided to get ready for the party.
Richmond had gone straight for the bar and ordered Absinthe which he took in shots against Roy while Moss watched with a White Russian in his hand. The crew of SUGARape were mingled in with the crowd along with Claire who was trying to talk to Nathan but found it difficult with the mass of girls around him obsessed with his 'phone'. Instead she opted for Vince who looked like he needed a break from alcohol and dancing.

"Hey Vince." She smiled while taking a sip of the drink in her own hand.
"Oh hey!" Slurred Vince pointing his bottle in her direction "Come on Claire, lesh danche!"
"I think you've done too much dancing, wanna go outside for a bit?"
"Nah, nah! I wanna danche!" Claire sighed and rolled her eyes, she was sick of men who got drunk all the time.
"What do you think of Jones' music then?"
"S'alright." Vince replied banging his head in time with the beats pulsing through the club. Claire glanced around and spotted Bob Fossil, the owner, dancing topless atop a table surrounded by other dancers who held up their glasses in a toast like way.
"Come on, you need a breather." Claire grasped Vince's arm making his drink slip from his fingers and dragged him toward the doors and into the cool night air.
"S'nice on me face." Vince mumbled leaning back against the dirty brick wall with his eyes closed letting the breeze cool his sweating skin.
"Yeah." Claire replied while gazing up and down the street "You didn't see my brother in there did you?"
"I saw lotsa people." Vince shrugged still with his eyes shut then slid down the wall to sit on the floor.
"Never mind, there he is." Claire pointed across the street as her brother approached with his hands stuck in his pockets, Vince opened one eye in her direction and leant his head forward off the wall.
"That's Howard."
"No, it isn't." Claire mumbled "Hey Dan, nice of you to finally join us. Coming in?"
"Suppose so." Her brother half shrugged clearly not bothered while she pulled Vince up off the floor "How much has he had? It's only about half eight."
"I ain't drunk!" Vince protested while pulling Claire back into the club with Dan following.

"So, where do you work?" Howard asked trying to spark up a conversation between himself and Jen over the loud music.
"Oh I work at Renholm industries, yeah; I'm head of the IT department. Very important job and…stuff. Yeah." Jen trailed off and took a large gulp of her drink "How about you? Just that little shop?"
"Yeah, I run it for Naboo when he's away on important business. Big job too, important being in charge." Howard now took a mouthful of his drink nearly finishing it off trying to block out the insane pumping beats from the DJ deck.

"Oi mate, you're crap get off it's the H-man's turn to shine."
"You what?" Jones asked pulling down his headphones "I don't think so. This is the new rave breakthrough! They're lovin' it see!"
"I don't think so sunshine."
"Who are you anyway?"
"Tony Harrison." The pink head in front of Jones smiled madly "Hop it, it's our turn to spin those decks."
"Whatever mate." Jones lifted his headphones back up and carried on with his job.

"One, two, three!" Moss yelled over the loud music, he burst into laughter as Roy and Richmond both slammed their empty shot glasses down on the bar then shuddered "One more, one more!"
"No way Moss it'll kill me!" Roy replied "You have one."
"But I've already got a drink." Moss replied bluntly taking another mouthful of his own, before he could add anything else a drunken feminine looking male stumbled up to the bar and hung his arms round Roy and Richmond's necks.
"I'll 'ave one!" He slurred finding it hard to stand up.
"Who are you?" Richmond asked reaching for the bottle of Absinthe on the bar top.
"Vinsh Nur, duh!"
"He is drunk out of his mother-fudging mind!" Moss joked as he watched Vince clumsily climb onto a bar stool at the bar.
"Drink." The drunken Electro Poof pointed simply at the empty shotglass awaiting the alcohol.
"Alright, just one." Richmond warned pouring three glasses full and handing one to Roy and one to Vince. Moss counted again and all three downed their glasses, Vince was the last to drop his to the table. He blinked rapidly and swayed a little before pointing at the bottle for another "I think you've had enough." Richmond said then feeling a little drunk himself pulled Vince up off his feet and away from the bar.
"Wanna dansh?" Vince asked pulling the goth onto the dance floor, they soon disappeared into a crowd of drunken dancers.

During the early hours of the morning the party guests began filing out of the club, Fossil warned the drunken Howard and Nathan that they would have to clear the venue up later on then stumbled off to his office.
"That was one sick party, Nathan!" One guest called while leaving the place.
"Cheers! Peace and fuckin' mate! So, where we crashin'?" Nathan asked turning to Claire, Dan, Howard, Jen, Moss and Roy who all shrugged in a tipsy way.
"Let's go back to Trashbat towers." A small lisped voice called, Naboo stood behind them with Bollo. His turban was slightly wonky and his eyes were glazed over in a drugged up sort of way.
"Fuckin' sorted! Come on then." Nathan lead the way out of the club with each of them following "We are all gonna 'ave one massive headache tomorrow aye Preacher man?" He swung an arm round Dan's shoulder pulling him down to Nathan's height.
"Yeah, sure."