Half the women (and some of the men) there swooned when the elixir's creator took over the platform in glittering almost effeminate clothing which stressed his supposed nationality slightly too much. Sweeney watched him strut onto the stage he'd created.
"I.... am Adolfo Pirelli the king of the barbers the barber of kings. Et bonjourno good day" He leaned down "I blow you a kiss" An entire third of the crowd fainted as Sweeney's eyes rolled. Mrs Lovett leaned forward when Maida Fogg leaned back from the touch. She acted like prey since the lunatic got out. No one could soothe her, every swell of music stained her cheeks. She stayed leaning back when Sweeney spoke up
"I do. I have examined Pirelli's miracle elixir and I tell you sir. It is nothing more than a concoction of piss" The crowd gasped at this language.
"Only Nellie Lovett would host a tongue like that" They shut up when he turned to them.
"I also put to you.... that i can shave a face with ten times the dexterity of any street mountebank" He watched Pirelli's features darken before the signature smile.
"You hear this foolish a man?" Sweeney's palm bled when they laughed. Five pounds entered the wager. The Beadle entered the scene. The crowd thinned when most of the women left.
"Ah!" A loud gasp signalled another resented meeting.
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Twisted Tale
FanfictionSomething draws them together yet pushes them apart simultaneously. A songbird romance has a false lyric. Cooped up in authority you can go bitter... or you can go mad. Benjamin Barker returns to London as Sweeney Todd and meets the perfect ally whi...
