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"You are to stop drinking for the rest of the evening."
"The rest?" She pouted, elbows on the counter, head supported by her hands.
"As in the entire." He snapped.
"Jus' this evenin'?"
"Yes." Sweeney growled, tempted to indulge himself in the bottle again.
Mrs. Lovett reached out to start the bottle spinning again, but he stopped her. She scowled at him. "You said stop drinkin' not stop playin'!"
"The ground is uneven," he said patiently.
"So?"
So? Didn't she understand that meant the bottle was never going to point towards her? Then again, why did he care? This way he could prevent her from asking him anything or expecting him to do anything. Regardless… "You wont get a turn." Sweeney clarified.
"Maybe I'm waitin'."
"On what?"
"You luv."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
She leaned closer to him once more. "Ya can ask me anythin' Mr. T, I'll answer luv. Or ask anythin' of me…"
"Mrs. Lovett." He growled, dangerously close to reaching towards his holster.
She pouted at him, either oblivious of his mood or too drunk to care. "Ya ne'er do anything fun Mr. T! I always have to ask."
"Fun? Do I look like I want to go off and have fun when there's things to be done?"
"Ya're a proper grouch ya are, Mr. T." Her tone became gloomy and she started to frown. "Ya owe me somethin' anyway."
His eyes narrowed. "I don't."
Her eyes narrowed in return. "Ya do." Moving the bottle a ways down the counter, she started it spinning again.
"I am going to be doing nothing on that account." He snarled, hardly noticing the bottle slowing down.
"We'll see." She sniffed.
A wicked grin spread across her face when the bottle pointed towards her. The hand in which Sweeney held the other gin bottle twitched.
A/N Heh.. need I say more?
