Anel had gone without any fuss because to begin with the bruising grip Zara had on his wouldn't allow him to escape, but mainly he found that he wanted to get away. He couldn't stand the thought of seeing the ones that had let him down, the ones that would likely throw him on the street after his abysmal service. He had no idea how much his virginity was valued at... But he guessed the amount would have contained more zeros than he had ever seen... And he had given it up for nothing.<br/><br/>By the time he snapped out of his depressing thoughts he and Zara were in the garden and he growled as the woman dared to swipe what little remained of his alcohol. "Give it back, bitch!" He shouted, the words containing hardly, if any venom. "Damn it, I want it!" He grasped for the bottle weakly for several moments before sighing heavily and giving up, turning away. Of course she would ask what was wrong with him, and rightly so. Anel was one who always looked his best in front of clients; the boy loved attention and yet his behaviour had been shocking; of course she would be confused. They all would be.<br/><br/>"None of your fucking business." He grumbled bitterly, walking towards the swing with a slight limp to his stride. Perhaps that would indicate something was amiss, but he was beyond caring. "Leave me alone... You don't care anyway." He scoffed and sat down on the swing, swallowing the groan of pain that shot up his spine at the movement. For several moments he swung back and forth slowly, his blurry gaze resting on the floor, long platinum hair hanging around his slender face. He was prone to severe bouts of depression, and this was the beginning of what would be a long spell...<br/><br/>Could anyone blame him?