A/N Alright, first off, I'm sorry there wasn't a story up last week.. though I did get some oneshots up (go read them if you haven't, -nudgenudge-). Second, there's a poll up on my profile, will you visit it please? Thirdly, I've got.. two more.. ideas for this series. So, I've been meaning to ask, would you lot like just to shout out suggestions, or do you mind if I somehow lump the minimal plot of these stories into an ending piece that lasts more than a week? Also, I'm sad to inform you, these chapters are.. rather short. But that shouldn't stop you from reviewing ;)
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Sweeney walked through the kitchen, heading for the door. Passing the counter, he hesitated before slowly turning his attention towards it. Mrs. Lovett stood on the other side, staring at an empty gin bottle. Frowning at it, she slowly placed it down, on its side.
He arched an eyebrow, waiting to see what she would do next. Holdings its sides, she gave the bottle a quick twist, sending it spinning. Sweeney watched the bottle wobble on the uneven counter, not noticing Mrs. Lovett retrieving another, fuller, bottle of gin.
"What is that?" He asked as the bottle slowed.
She set down the other bottle and took off its cap. "S'a bottle Mr. T."
"Why was it spinning?" The top of the bottle was facing him, and he slowly lifted his eyes from it to look at her.
Ignoring his question, she took a single glass out from under the counter and set it down. Filling the glass, she took a small sip before looking at him. "E'er play?"
His mouth twitched towards a frown, he wasn't in the mood.
"Whoe'er the bottle points to has to ask someone else a question." She leaned onto the counter, still clutching the gin glass in one hand. "Or makes 'em do something'."
"You're drunk." He said flatly, returning his gaze to the bottle.
"Still," she corrected him, sipping her gin.
His mouth twisted into a full frown. That was entirely her fault.
"Well Mr. T, guna do somethin'?"
"I'm going to go to my shop." Sweeney looked back at Mrs. Lovett who was taking another lazy sip from her glass. He didn't move, even after his announcement.
"After we're done?" She asked, voice sultry. There was a faint smile on her face as she leaned out over the counter.
He paused for a moment before saying, "yes pet, after we're done."