Gideon Crumb is always ready for a party (bagpipesgc) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-10-16 18:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - october, gideon crumb, heathcote barbary |
Who: Gideon Crumb and Heath Barbary
When: Sunday Late Morning - October 16th
Where: UNKNOWN - in a Galaxy Land far far away.
What: Waking up in a strange land.
Rating/status: PG - 13 for possible language.
With no knowledge of anything that might have happened throughout the course of the night once leaving Riona's party, Gideon Crumb could feel his head pounding. It was obvious that he had far too much to drink in one night. It wasn't new, especially since he tended to drink quite a bit when it came to associating himself in a party or with just the right company. He kept his eyes shut tight for a few minutes longer before rolling his body to what he had expected to be his king sized bed. However, that wasn't the case. The slight touch of the material underneath was unfamiliar, which only became apparent as he fallen off onto the floor. It had taken a bit longer to react to the impact, but let out a low groan as he opened his eyes to take a better look at the surroundings.
"What the hell?" he asked in no one in particular. It was just the initial reaction to gazing around a rather room that did not belong to him. Sure, his large home had many rooms, but the one that he was occupying wasn't one of them. Not even close. Gideon attempted to take in everything around him, including the odd decor, opening his eyes a little bit more than a few seconds ago.
Unable to remember the night past the good amount of drinks, the bite on his neck, and the fun in general with friends, Gideon pulled himself up from the ground. smashing down the top part of his hat that went along with his costume as the taller Blues Brother with his hand. His shirt was partly open, and the tie had been discarded from around his neck only to be replaced to his head in the form of a bandana, the long black cloth towards his backside. "Heath?" he called only, almost instinctively. They had lived in the same house for the last few years since the Weird Sisters had hit it big with their music, so he was used his best friend living with him every single day.
"For the love of Merlin, Cote. Get your grey haired arse out here!" he called out in a rather raspy tone of voice, holding the side of his head. Gideon cringed at the louder that he had meant to use voice to call out his mate. The hangover was strong, but that didn't matter at the moment. The only thing that concerned the bagpiper was the fact that nothing looked familiar, even the view from the window didn't seem to ring a bell either.
Not recognizing one's location after a whole night of drinking was never a good sign.