Gideon ranting was like a sledgehammer in his brain and Heath didn't want to listen. He didn't mind listening to his best mate, never had, but he'd been having a good drunk until Gideon came to rescue him and now he was gripping on the front of Gideon's shirt and having to listen to him run his damn mouth and it was definitely harshing the buzz.
Which is why it made perfect sense, to Heath's mind at least, to shut him up the best way he knew how - surging up from where he was leaning against him to solidly cover the other musician's mouth with his.