<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"Anel!" She sighed as she heard the bottle shatter against the wall, the liquor running down the concrete causing her to sigh. That had been an almost half-full bottle...and now she had to go back inside to get herself another one. But she couldn't because she was certain that the Master was still downstairs with the clients. One drunk whore was bad enough; but two? The clients would turns and leave and both she and Anel would be punished.<br/><br/><em>Atticus could punish you,</em> an excited voice whispered, <em>Take you outside and use his swords on you...</em><br/><br/>A tremor ran down her spine, which she forced herself to ignore. She glanced at Anel and said almost sadly, "You know...that was still a good bottle." She shifted and stood up, smoothing her dress down as she went over to Anel and leaned down, tugging on his platinum hair until he looked at her. She said in a low tone, so only he heard, "The first time is never fun...and whoever tells you that is a liar." She patted his cheek firmly before she stood and wrapped her hand around the chain, looking up at the sky. "Unless you're Fiona..." She smirked, rolling her eyes, and saying in an obvious mocking tone, "I bet you her first time was such poetry!"<br/><br/>"Assholes and wankers..." She laughed suddenly, doing a little twirl and saying a bit louder, "Assholes and Wankers!!"<br/><br/>She felt bad; truly she did, because she knew she couldn't help Anel. Whatever moments of sanity Zara had begun with were quickly disappearing with the alcohol in her system. And since he told her she couldn't tell the Master...well, what <em>could</em> she do for him?</span>