Anel laughed bitterly and shook his head, looking off to one side, shame taking up his delicate features as he sighed heavily. "Its not much of a secret..." He murmured, lowering his gaze to rest again on the green grass, his body limp upon the swing. "Gareth probably won't be coming back to the Teahouse..." He said quietly, his voice breaking up slightly as he finished the partial explanation. That in itself was not something that warranted such a dip in mood; the loss of a regular client was always a shame, but new ones always came along. It was obvious there was more.<br/><br/>"I... I fucked up... I... Really fucked up..." He continued, arms moving to wrap around his chest as he shook slightly, a sudden sob passing over his frame. He couldn't say it. Couldn't say what Gareth had done. What he had let Gareth do. He should have thought more! Ryan or Atticus should have been there! There were so many 'shoulds'... "H-How much... D'you reckon... The... The auction f-for my virginity is going...?" He asked weakly, face paleing yet further. "Must be... A lot if even Rubee's excited..." He laughed a dry, emotionless laugh, shaking his head slowly.<br/><br/>"It... Its all gone, Zara... I've... I've lost all that money... I couldn't hold on to it..." He squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking at them despite his efforts to keep them away. "Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck....!" Suddenly he shouted and reached for the bottle, throwing it against the nearby wall, watching as it shattered with watery eyes.<br/><br/>"He... He took it, Zara..." Vague words, but she would understand.