Anel blinked slowly across at the woman as she seemed severely put out by his throwing of the bottle. In all honesty, had he known that there was quite as much alcohol in there, he would have drank more before throwing; he simply needed something to vent his frustration on, and it still burned inside him, contrary to what his depressed exterior showed. "So go get another one. Or I will, if you want? I'm probably fired anyway... Might as well go steal the booze..." He grumbled, sighing heavily at the thought of loosing his place at the Teahouse.<br/><br/>It was then that he felt the tug on his hair and he instinctively arched is head back, blinking upward at Zara's face with a small frown. Her words weren't exactly comforting, but at least she was being truthfull and honest. At least she had dragged him outside to talk to him... Of all the people he expected this from, Zara was the last one on his list. Still, to her credit, her final comment brought forth a dull laugh. "She probably recited poetry throughout the thing... I wonder what rhymes with cock..." He snickered quietly before blinking at her as she suddenly began to twirl.<br/><br/>He watched for several moments, before a bubbling, drunken laughter rose in his throat and he was soon laughing along with her and he staggered to his feet, sliding his fingers between hers. "Assholes and wankers!" He shouted, holding her hands at arm's length as he spun around on the grass.