Who: Gideon & (a very drunk)Heath Where: London tube system What: Gideon to the rescue, drunken snogging and a sudden move. When: Decemeber 15th, early afternoon Rating: R (to be safe. It is the WS after all!)
Gideon apparated to the Leaky Cauldron from his house in Ireland, his journal tucked in the pocket of his coat, and from there, took several shorter hops until he arrived near the Croxley tube station. It wasn't entirely unusual for him to be cleaning up after his mates after a night of drunken hijinks, but he didn't usually have to go rescuing them from being halfway across London and incoherent. That was a new one. He frowned a little. Okay, not entirely new, but usually it was two or three of them, not just one off by themselves. Gideon reminded himself that this was one of many reasons he stayed sober, damn it. Gideon loved their fans, but there were a few who were right off the deep end, and if one of them got to Heath before he did...
He hurried up his steps.
Unfortunately, by the time he got to that station, Heath was nowhere to be seen. Gideon tore up and down the entire station, looking everywhere for his best friend, and then started to quietly panic. Fuck. Fuckity Fuck.
He yanked his journal out of his pocket, flipping through pages before he scrawled something into it angrily.