Anel couldn't understand in his drunken state how anyone had the nerve to be angry at him; did they not realise what had just happened!? Of course no one had any idea, but the crushing weight of how much money he had lost for the House, how his self respect had all but vanished caused any logical thought to drift further and further away. Ryan and Atticus especially. It was their fault! Where were they!? His mind was going in circles and as Zara approached his gaze snapped to her and he almost growled.<br/><br/>"Get off me! Piss off whore! Wait... Screw you, anyway!" He shouted at the woman, trying to pry his arm free from her grasp and as he failed (being surprised by just how hard-a grip the woman had), he sighed heavily and shook his head, glancing briefly to Nicholas over Fiona's head. For a fleeting moment, it seemed like the boy planned to apologise before he burst into sudden laughter and winked at the man.<br/><br/>"Have a good fuck." He commented simply, taking a brief moment to glare with a shocking degree of venom towards the Master and bodyguard before turning again to Zara. "So, bitch. Where are you dragging me off to now? Quick, hurry! I might shame the Great and Mighty Ryan!" He chuckled once again, placing the bottle to his lips again and almost finishing its contents.<br/><br/>"Get a move on. Don't want to look at the gits anymore..." He muttered, loud enough so that only Zara and anyone close enough could hear, his tone suddenly bleak and deeply depressed.<br/><br/>"Screw your apology, also!" He added, drifting back to a shout.