<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Gareth left with Anel.<br/>Atticus left with Master Ryan.<br/>Masato left with Fiona.<br/>...She was playing...for no one.<br/><br/>She suddenly -- very loudly -- slammed her hands on the piano keyboards and stopped playing all together. This was...insulting. Her eyes narrowed into angry little slits as she felt her heart breaking a little at a time. He would never notice her, would he? No. No he would not. She had come to terms with that a long time ago...but it was times like this; times like now, where she felt alone...that it simply became too much. Zara scooted her legs out from under the piano and stood up, making her way into the common room. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor as she walked towards the section where the liquor was housed.<br/><br/>"I am <em>not</em> a servant," She muttered to herself as she poured a half a glass of brandy, taking it in one shot. Her eyes glittered with anger and hatred for the two whores who had captured someone before her. They were pathetic. Imbeciles. But here she was all alone-- "While they fucked and enjoy themselves," she finished out loud, pouring another glass of brandy for herself.<br/><br/>No matter. Someone would come for her soon enough. Until then...<br/><br/>A little giggle escaped Zara as she took the bottle of brandy and her glass outside. It was a lovely day outside, was it not? Perhaps she could...lay on the grass. Day dream. It had worked for the nitwit Fiona, perhaps it would work for her.<br/><br/>Regardless, Zara was NOT a servant. And if another client came calling...she wasn't going to be sitting there all alone. She wasn't going to look pathetic for ANY ONE.</span>