It had been a bit of time since Anthony's little outburst at Elijah, but he was still angry, bitter and feeling kind of petty.. He remembered that he said something about him drinking and robbing people, so he was going to do both of those things, out of pure spite. He hadn't yet drunk anything, which was a little bit of a problem for him, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. For now, he was just walking around, looking for anyone who seemed to have at least a little bit of money. It was night, so there weren't a lot of people who conformed to those standards. He eventually gave up on looking for someone wealthy-looking, and just resigned himself to finding literally anyone.

He found someone, eventually. He was too tired and kind of sick of this search to actually give a fuck about who it actually was — he just wanted to try and take their money and get the fuck out of here and back to a pub or something. Or, well, that's what he thought he was going to do. Not everything goes according to plan all the time, though. "...What?"