Sweeney walked downstairs to the bar and made himself some coffee. He yawned loudly and took a sip. Another morning means another work day for him and he didn't like it. Sweeney just wanted a break from all the hectic crap that was going on but if he wanted to get to the Judge he had to do it. Plus the meat supply was getting low.
"Morning Mr. T," a cheery voice called from behind the wall.
Sweeney rolled his eyes, he knew who's voice was that was in an instant. He looked to see Mrs. Lovett come into view, she was holding a box full of clean mugs all ready for the lunch rush.
"How are you doing Mr. T?" Mrs .Lovett asked kindly, "Ya sleep well?"
Sweeney nodded, "Yes,"
"That's good. You need to sleep well,"
Sweeney groaned, he never like Mrs. Lovett's cheeriness to him it was always annoying to him. They turned to see Toby come in the front door.
"Hello mum," Toby said holding a bag full ingredients.
"Hello Toby," Mrs. Lovett said.
Sweeney just watched as Mrs. Lovett ruffled Toby's hair as he placed the bag on the bar counter. To Sweeney he always thought that Mrs. Lovett's cheeriness was rubbing off on Toby and he was soon to be the next victim. When Sweeney turned Mrs. Lovett frowned and tapped Sweeney on the shoulder.
"What is it" Sweeney said turning to met his worst nightmare.
"Mr. T," Mrs. Lovett started, "Your suspender is hanging out,"
Sweeney froze like a statue, it was the last thing he wanted to hear from Mrs. Lovett.
"Here I'll fix it,"
Sweeney didn't look at the smirking Toby who sat on a stool sipping coffee.
"It's fine," Sweeney protested not wanting to be embarrassed in front of a thirteen year old boy.
"No, no Mr. T I got it,"
Sweeney sighed and knew that there was no way to get Mrs. Lovett off. A couple minutes later a small snap! Could be heard.
"What was that?" Sweeney asked.
"Oh nothing," Mrs. Lovett said a little fear was clear in her throat.
"Did something break?"
"I can see Sweeney's boxers," Toby piped.
Sweeney twisted around to see a small part of his boxers stick out, he felt his cheeks go hot.
"I think that 's enough," Sweeney saidstrongly trying to push Mrs. Lovett away. But Mrs. Lovett shook her head and tried to calm him.
"I'll fix it," she said flipping a part of the suspender up.
"No, you'll just make it worse. And you shut up!!"
At the bar, Toby was about to fall the stool in laughter.
Finally about 5 minutes later Mrs. Lovett solved the problem with duck tape. She tapped the torn part and placed Sweeney's shirt over the tape.
"There we are love," Mrs. Lovett said happily.
Sweeney groan and Toby laughed. For one thing Sweeney knew was that never to let anyone touch his suspender's again. Especially Mrs. Lovett.