A/N Waddya know.. an early chapter. This story is longer than the Drinking one, so it's actually going to still end on Friday. I have to say, this one isn't as humorous as the other one, but it has it's moments. It sorta just focuses on what Sweeney's thinking about doing these types of things with Mrs. Lovett. Reviews respected an' all that.. Enjoy!
FYI.. if you haven't read Drinking Game, I suggest you do so. Not that you can't understand what's happening in this one without it, but they'll be little references.
1
"Did you ever play games when you were little Mr. T?"
The barber scowled through his shop window, not facing Mrs. Lovett. Technically Sweeney did not have a childhood, which meant she was asking about Benjamin's life. The reason they were in his shop over hers was because he had refused to come down, because of said previous barber. Her comment was not appreciated.
Through gritted teeth, he growled out, "yes."
"What were they?"
He frowned suddenly, trying to recall the old memories. Not that he really wanted to. "We'd hide in the woods near the house, and someone would come looking for us."
Mrs. Lovett smiled at his back, glad he was speaking to her. She had been worried after supper with Toby, when Mr. Todd hadn't even come down with his laundry. "I used to play that with me sisters."
Sweeney turned suddenly, and stared at her. His face asked the question he didn't vocalize.
She laughed at his look. "Not really sisters, but I liked to think of them as such."
So she didn't have sisters, as he thought. Actually, Mr. Todd was fairly certain she didn't have any siblings. Or any living relatives for that matter.
Before he could turn back to his window, she asked another question. "When was the last time you played?"
"Why do you care?" He snapped, annoyed at being asked such foolish questions.
"Jus' wonderin' if ya still remember the rules."
"There really aren't any." Sweeney narrowed his eyes at the look on her face. "Whoever gets found first has to look for the others next time."
Mrs. Lovett nodded her head, she already knew this. She took a step towards him. "Want to play?"
"No." He said flatly, turning back around to face his window.
"Mr. T," she sighed. "Ya need to get yer mind off things, why not an old game?"
Because it most certainly wont take my mind off of 'it'. "No." He repeated.
"Please Sweeney?" Mrs. Lovett had stepped up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, face close to his ear.
An unidentifiably sensation swept through him, starting at where her breath tickled his skin. He scowled, and was about to inform her 'no' once more, but nothing came out. "Where would we play?" He asked instead.
Sweeney could feel her smile. "Jus' 'round the shops."
"And who, my pet," he slowly turned back around to face her. "Is going to do the hiding?"