BOOSH-ISMS

Sighing Skye leant against the bar with his back to the bar tender.
"This place is a little.. out of touch don't you think..??"

The smile didn't seem to fade from his face as he walked further and up to the bar.

Huffing and crossing his arms he reluctantly followed his friend in, raising an eyebrow at the choice of music the conjoined triplets were playing.

Glaring at his friend, the dark haired male opened the door to a small pub and made his way in.

"I could think of other words to describe it.." Skye muttered under his breath

As he clambered out of the van, a smile spread on Carlos' face as he stretched. "This place is perfect."

Four hours later they both arrived in a small sea side village in the middle of no-where.

The darker haired male decided that the best route to take would be to ignore his younger companion until they reached their destination.

Skye merely mimicked Carlos.

"Because you can't handle the jazz." He said simply. "You're only used to... Simple little things. Nothing as complex as jazz."

"I did take time to listen to it, 5 seconds of my life!" Skye told his friend "Veltan had to sort out my ear drums after. He walked in after Dj-ing with Bollo to find me on the floor twitching in agony!"

"He's not suicidal... He's just... Well, he doesn't matter anyway. It's all about the jazz, which you would actually understand if you took time to listen to it."

"Oh what? Like Jazz club, with that suicidal looney?" Skye asked his friend whilst giving him a withering look.

Glaring slightly at his friend, he rolled his eyes. "You need to learn there are more important things than your looks."

"But my hairrrrrrrrrr, my good looks!" Skye moaned as he leant back in the chair

"You don't need straighteners to make music, just need your mind... And not a bunch of idiots who don't understand decent music." He grumbled.

After a few minutes the two found themselves making their way from the city, bags in the boot of their van.

"... when you said 'Out of the city' ... I didn't mean you realised no civilization" the red head groaned "How am I meant to plug my straightners in?!"

Crossing his arms, he smiled slightly. "Basically, out of the city. Fine."

Skye rolled his eyes but chose not to argue that it wasn't himself with the block but his friend.
"Well, promise me wherever we go there won't be anymore flying bricks with our fliers on ok?"

Stammering slightly, Carlos glared at his friend before making a suggestion. "Maybe we should get away. It's clear we've got some kind of... Musical block!"

"SAYS THE MAN WITH THE BASOON! YOU MANAGED TO LOOK LIKE A TWAT EVEN WHEN I WAS DOING SOMETHING!"

Carlos took this opportunity to blame it all on his red head friend. "Exactly! You left me to look like a twat!"

"I wasn't doing anything!" the red head said defensivly as he narrowly avoided another brick.

Raising his hand slightly, he admitted that some people may not of understood what they were doing.

As the words left the dark haired mans lips a brick flew through the window causing the red head to duck as it flew over his hair and into the wall.