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Prompt 1 - Moustache
“Tango, where are you?”
Jimmy wandered through the house, his voice echoing in the rafters as he called for his soulmate. He’d been looking for Tango for a while now and was still yet to find him. He hadn’t been outside, or downstairs and he’d resorted to looking in the attic in the hope that maybe he’d be up there.
“Tango!” He yelled again, sneezing as he kicked up dust from the ground.
“Yeah?” Tango’s voice came from a corner of the attic, “What do need, Jimmy?”
“I was looking for you!”
“I’m just over here skippy!”
Jimmy spotted Tango tidying a pile of stuff up in the corner. He walked over, “I just wanted to ask you what you wanted for lunch.”
“Oh sure!” Tango turned round to look at Jimmy, smiling.
Jimmy had to do a double take.
“What the heck are you wearing?” He stared at Tango, absolutely dumbfounded.
“What, the shoes?” Tango pointed at his beat up red converses, “I wear these all the time, what do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean, Mr Tango Tek,” Jimmy said, crossing his arms.
Tango whistled, a grin on his face, “Wow. I got full-named, must be serious. What’s up Rancher, what did I do?”
“The moustache Tango.”
Tango felt his face. Sure enough, sitting on his top lip was a fake moustache, blonde and fluffy.
“Oh thaaaat,” He smiled, “I forgot I was wearing it! Yeah, I wanted something a little different so I tried to steal Mumbo’s but he wouldn’t let me so I just made a fake one!”
“But why?” Jimmy pressed, perplexed and a little exasperated.
“Cause why not?” Tango smirked, “I’m allowed to change my style every now and then, right?”
“Yeah, but…” Jimmy sighed. He couldn’t bring himself to say that he thought it looked absolutely awful and he much preferred Tango without it. How could he when Tango looked so happy?
“It’s just,” Jimmy chose his words carefully, “It’s a bit jarring, just seeing you with a moustache when you don’t usually have one.”
“Oh,” Tango’s face fell, “You don’t like it?”
“Well…” Jimmy couldn’t lie to Tango either.
“It’s unusual,” He settled with.
Tango chuckled and pulled it off, “I was just messing around with you. I know, it’s horrible isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Jimmy smiled, “It’s horrendous. Please never wear it ever again.”
“You don’t think I would suit a moustache?” Tango grinned.
“No, not really,” Jimmy said.
Tango raised an eyebrow, “I used to have a real one you know.”
Jimmy gawped at him, “You did?”
“Yeah! In fact,” Tango ran over to another corner of the attic and dug out a box from a pile of other identical boxes, “I think it’s… yep! This one! I’ve got some old polaroid photos!”
Jimmy darted over and knelt down next to him, “I didn’t know you had a polaroid.”
“It’s old and broken but it still kinda works,” Tango picked it up out of the box, blowing dust off the camera lens, running his fingers along the tacky stickers up the sides, “Back in her prime, she was amazing.”
He put the camera back down and riffled through the box, “Now let’s see. I must have some of me from back when I did have a moustache.”
He pulled a handful out and flicked through them, humming a few times when he found a particularly memorable moment. Eventually he found what he was looking for.
“Got it!” Tango handed one to Jimmy, who held it up to the light to see it better. It was a little faded but still visible. It looked old, ten years old at least.
It was a picture of Tango with Impulse, Skizz and Zed on some kind of stage, Skizz holding a pair of drumsticks and Tango with a guitar plectrum between his teeth, all of them making silly faces at the camera. And sure enough, there was a moustache perched on Tango’s upper lip in the photo.
Jimmy flipped the photo over to see something written in scruffy handwriting with a black marker on the other side. It read: Jamming with Z,I and S! Team ZITS 4ever!
“Team ZITS?” He wondered aloud.
Tango chuckled, “Yeah. That was our band name. It was some stupid joke that Skizz made and it just kind of stuck.”
“You were in a band?” Jimmy looked at his soulmate in surprise.
“I certainly was!” Tango grinned proudly, “We were the talk of the school. Even if most people thought we were a bunch of geeky wannabe rockstars, we could properly play! We held a few concerts and actually played for the school prom for a couple of years.”
“You were a big deal then,” Jimmy said, impressed, “What did you all play?”
“Skizz was our drummer, Zed was keys and backing vocals, Impy was our bass guitarist and yours truly was lead singer and guitarist,” Tango ticked the people off on his fingers.
“You were the lead singer?!” Jimmy stared in amazement, “You never told me this!”
“It never came up in conversation,” Tango shrugged, “Neither did the moustache.”
“Yeah I was wondering about that,” Jimmy said, “It’s not very… rock and roll.”
“I went through a wacky phase of fashion,” Tango snickered. “Trying to find my own style and decided to try a moustache. Glad I got rid of it to be honest.”
“I prefer you without it,” Jimmy agreed, “You look more sophisticated when you’re clean shaven.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. And it makes it easier to kiss you,” Jimmy grinned.
Tango laughed and pressed a soft kiss to Jimmy’s lips, “You flirt.”
Jimmy giggled, “You love it.”
“I do,” Tango rested his head on Jimmy’s shoulder. They sat in amicable silence for a few minutes.
“We should go get lunch,” Jimmy said eventually, standing up, “How do sausages sound?”
Tango got to his feet smiling, pushing the box back into the corner, “Sounds perfect."