Who: Howard & Emmett What: Misery loves company When: Thursday evening Where: Emmett's car Rating: PG-13 for language Status: Complete
Nothing good ever came of Howard being left to his own devices.
When things got too quiet, and there was nothing else to do but face his own company, he tended to get antsy. That spelled trouble for anyone that managed to get in his way. He was in a particularly foul mood for most of his act, and afterward, things just went further and further downhill. The turnout hadn't been so great that day, creating a sense of tension in the air. Marjan was still locked away, and there was no telling when he might manage to come across her again. Common sense told him that the last thing he needed to do was go barging into her trailer. The flowers would have to be enough to show that she was still on his mind.
At dinner, he'd hardly touched his meal, because the flavor was too much and he couldn't eat the vegetables. His lack of appetite was no reflection on the cooks -- everyone else seemed to be enjoying their food. It was more his uniquely frustrating taste buds than anything else. Many a night he'd gone without eating simply because nothing tasted right, and the more he forced himself to try and eat, the worse it tasted on his tongue.
Hungry, and growing steadily more angry by the second, he stalked his way to the area of the carnival grounds where he knew Emmett's car was parked. He kept a few scraps of meat in a napkin clutched in his palm, ready to be given as an offering to Boss for upsetting his rest.