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Pint o' Gin
I stare absent mindedly at the bubbles filling my glass. I'd rather not drink it right now. An hour ago, he twirled me around in a victory dance in the judge's blood, laughing about the judge's death as he explained to me every little detail.
Our footsteps had fallen into rhythm as he joyfully exclaimed the excitment of his blood curdeling scream.
You then sent me downstairsto where I am now, telling me you'd clean up, and I should treat myself to some of my own gin.
I stare down at the substance and wonder silently to myself whether the glass is half empty or half full. I finally had the man of my dreams living in my house, calling me pet names, and even occastionally asking how my buisness is going.
And robatically, I'd always reply "wonderful, excellent...yady, yady, yah." All reasons for the glass to be half full. There's still hope for us, I suppose.
Half full.
But he never compliments me. Forget compliment never aknowlege. He only has eyes for his wife. He's still greiving. God damn it. Half empty.
Half Empty.
I sigh, "half empty, half full. Who cares? Maybe it's just half empty. No hope at all. He'll never like me. We'll never have that seaside home...and...why did I even imagine it would work...always let these things get to my head..." I wondered outloud.
My face dropped as I examined my half empty glass. But when I looked up, Sweeney Todd loomed over me. "Half full." He said. I looked him straight in the eye. My eyes full of devotion, confusion, happiness, understanding that he'd over heard my whole rambling.
Silently, he squeezes my hand and slips a ring around my finger. "That seaside wedding can be devised. Yes?" He asks. "Yes." I sa. Hiding the exciting in my voice, which was nearly impossible at this time.
Suddenly, a drop of blood from above drips onto the table as Mr. Todd blushes. I roll my eyes. I couldnt' care less that he never actually cleaned up. Right then and there, in the blood rain, he swept me into a ruby waltze, letting and crime and sorrows drown the guilt.
Half full he had said. Half full.