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"Well Mr. T, it's your turn." Mrs. Lovett straightened up, nearly standing.

He grimaced at that, one of his hands coming up to fiddle with the bottle. "Why are you still drunk Mrs. Lovett?"

"Because I never sobered." She snapped, nearly slamming her glass back onto the counter. Calming herself, she filled the glass again.

"Aren't you-'

"Ah, ah!" She waggled a finger at him. "Only one question per round luv. Spin the bottle!" She tossed down the full glass, making Sweeney frown.

Gripping the bottle, Sweeney started it spinning. Why was he doing this? Did he somehow feel guilty? That made the most sense, but it was also the less likely. Not that he had many reasons to pick from. Perhaps he could justify playing the silly game because he was bored.

The bottle stopped, pointing towards him once more.

"Aren't you going to stop drinking?" He asked, as if she had never interrupted him.

"Why should I?" She sniffed, eyes seemingly starting to water.

Sweeney rolled his eyes at her mood change. "I believe I am the one asking the questions."

"An' I answered." Mrs. Lovett reached for the gin to fill her glass once more, than hesitated. Wrapping her fingers around the bottle's neck she intended to bring it to her lips, but Sweeney snatched it away from her. "'ey!" She snapped.

"I think you have had quite enough, Mrs. Lovett." I do not feel responsible.. I do not feel responsible…

"You haven't had enough." Was her grouchy reply. Laying her arm on the counter, she flicked the empty gin bottle, surprisingly sending it off spinning. She grumbled a soft 'ow' and placed the finger in her mouth.

Sweeney resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. When the bottle stopped at him once more, he took a quick swig of gin. He shot Mrs. Lovett a glare when she giggled at him.


A/N Heh. I accidentally ended up putting a little 'mystery' into this story.. as it's probably noticeable by now Mrs. Lovett isn't happy drunk and Mr. Todd is.. 'not guilty not guilty not guilty' ;)