A Pink Corner House, Bristol, Tuesday Late Afternoon

Mitchell had gotten home a day ago, checked the calendar, and nearly had a heart attack.

He´d tried to avoid Annie since then, well aware of all the dangers involved, but: it was starting to get a little difficult. For one, she was currently tearing up the kitchen, ghostly eyeliner trailing down her face like tears, pushing and shoving at the various cupboards.

Tea was out of the picture, then.

Mitchell was content to drift near the edges of the... explosion, never touching, never getting close enough to stumble into any kind of danger, but--

( 'Woah! We can't go in there!' )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and taken from Being Human 1x03! ]]

A Club, Bristol, Tuesday Night

The noise in the club was nearly deafening - 80s music. And not the fun, interesting punk kind, or the metal that Mitchell had fancied during the late 70s: the dreary goth and new wave that generally made people want to kill themselves if they listened to it for too long. The lights had been set to their usual overcast blue, people were prancing about in acid wash and large elastics, and the whole thing...

Well. Mitchell had never fancied 80s nights.

However, it was the one place to find the one person who could, conceivably, help Annie out of her funk. That person was leaning against a column near the back of the room, a cigarette tucked behind his ear and an utterly unamused expression on his face.

Danger Shop simulations didn't live up to the real Gilbert. Not by a mile.

( Girlfriend in a coma, a-ha, a-ha... )

[[ nfb, nfi, OOC-okay, and taken and adapted from Being Human 1x03 ]]