<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">She caught the small smile on Anel's face and almost sighed in relief. Shopping. She was good at that; spending the money she had earned and buying more pretties so that she would get even more money. But as soon as the smile appeared, it disappeared when the presence of Master Ryan became known.  Her eyes widened as she jerked her head to the side to look at the man who walked towards them. How long had he been listening?<br/><br/><em>Did he know?</em><br/><br/>Zara opened her mouth to speak but Anel jumped before her and proceeded to rip Master Ryan to shred. Zara's eyes widened, not because of the hostility in the young whore but because...well, shit. You just didn't speak like that to the Master. Even Zara's psychotic and schizophrenic tendencies knew better than to attack the Master of the Teahouse. She might as well pack her bags and find her way to the nearest shelter.<br/><br/>"Anel--!" But he continued and she let out a soft groan before she struggled to stand up and move away from the sobbing whore. She looked at Anel; she felt like she had grown close to the whore in some ways (though ask her about it a later, and her outlook might change entirely) and so she felt somewhat obligated to stay with him...but she knew if she stuck around her drunk tongue would get the best of her and she would blurt out the truth to Master Ryan. Placing a gentle hand on his hair, she rubbed his head a few times before she stepped away and took a few shaky steps away.<br/><br/>Suddenly, out of fear for Anel and his future, she gripped Master Ryan's arm tight and looked up at him. Her voice was low as she spoke, "Listen to him...he..." Her hazel eyes flickered down to Anel before they went back to Ryan's and she said quietly, "He has a right to be angry..."<br/><br/>Without waiting for a response, Zara slowly moved away. She began to make her way back towards the foyer when she stopped. Shit. The guests might still be downstairs and she didn't want to damage the Teahouse even more walking in drunk.<br/><br/>Turning, she avoided looking at Ryan and Anel as she made her way towards the Gazebo, deciding that a nap outside would work wonders for her intoxicated mind.<br/><br/><em>Or you could sneak into Atti--</em><br/><br/><em>Or confront Fiona...</em><br/><br/><em>Atticus would be more fun!</em><br/><br/><em>Fiona would cry!</em><br/><br/><em>But--</em><br/><br/>"Shut up," She mumbled to herself, blocking off her conflicting thoughts.<br/><br/>The <em>last thing</em> she wanted to do was face the bodyguard of the Teahouse. Or that little whore Fiona.</span>