Gideon sighed. Heath was clearly too drunk still to be able to answer anything. "Come on, you daft git. There's an apparating point a few blocks from here, and we'll get you home and pour you into bed."
He reached out a hand to help him up. "What the hell were you thinking? And who the hell is June? Did you at least get laid, because so help me, if you worried me like this for nothing, then you're getting cut off, Heath, I swear to Merlin."