So, that's what Susan and Edmund we're doing in Moscow

[rthstewart]

Susan!  Edmund!  Cranky!Drunk!Edmund!  Cold War Spies!  go and read snacky here now!

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[rthstewart]

Edmund was approaching sobriety faster than they were approaching Greece. It was a pitiful state of affairs. He slumped in a pile of lines and nets in the stern of the boat. Here, with the stench of petrol and the roar of the engines, he was at least out of the way of the very persistent and noisy reunion in the bow cabin.

One of the parties responsible for his misery sauntered up, scrubbed, shaved, and obviously well sated.

"Feeling a little low, Edmund?" Tebbitt asked.

"Go away, or I will kill you," Edmund replied. There were spears and hooks on the boat for handling the big fish. He would happily impale Tebbitt. No jury would convict him.

Instead, Tebbitt pulled up a coil of rope and sat. "Did you ever hear the story of what your sister did to keep me sober in the summer of '42?"

Edmund opened an eye.

"She bribed the bartenders and wait staff at embassies and restaurants. They watered my drinks, cut me off at one glass, and eventually just stopped serving me altogether. I couldn't get a drink if I'd been dying of thirst. Which, I was."

Edmund felt a stirring of solidarity and camaraderie. "I had a bottle of perfectly fine vodka. She poured it down the drain right before we left." Such a sad, sad loss. Why was all the vodka gone?

"Since that time, I have taken a page from Susan's book and learned to plan for every contingency."

Edmund opened the other eye.

From his pea coat, Tebbitt removed a large flask. "Assuming you don't mind a change from home distilled vodka to aged Kentucky bourbon?"

Re: The bit I posted on Twitter

[metonomia]

I don't have anything to add. I'm just going to be over here weeping at the fact that this is a crack commentfic au.

TEBBITTTTTT.

Re: The bit I posted on Twitter

[autumnia]

Edmund sat up and looked at the silver rectangular container in Tebbitt's hand. He thought he could hear the liquid inside sloshing around as the other man waved the flask in front of him.

Perhaps he will not run Peridan through after all. And he will not have to give Susan a reason to toss him overboard.

Tebbitt twisted the cap off and handed the metal container to him. Edmund brought it to nose and sniffed. It certainly smelled of liquor. He raised the flask in mock salute and took a swig. He swished the liquid in his mouth, savoring the burning sensation before he swallowed.

"Good stuff," he said, warmed by the alcohol flowing through his body. He lowered the flask and examined the dents and scuff marks that marred the silver. "Dare I ask?" he said, rubbing his fingers into the shallow depressions in the metal.

"Better not to," answered the other man. "I may have to kill you if you knew."

Edmund briefly entertained the idea of a duel with the man. He wondered which of them would win. Tebbitt knew how to use a gun and fly a plane, but Edmund had learned how to fight with blades and his hands. He shook his head and dismissed the thought (for now). With a shrug, he reluctantly returned the flask to its owner. "It makes the vodka taste like water."

Tebbitt snorted. "From what I've heard, you were drinking it like water." He took a deep draught from it and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"It was stronger than I expected it to be."

"Finest compliment you can pay to any Gentleman's good taste," Tebbitt recited. At Edmund's querying glance, he elaborated. "It's an Old Forester from the early '40s. I've hoarded a few bottles while working at the Embassy in Washington."

"Ah." He wasn't of drinking age back then. At least, not in this world. "And you're sure my sister knows nothing of your contraband?"

"As I said, contingency plans. Otherwise, I'm sure she would have tipped it into the Black Sea by now."

"I highly doubt that."

"Oh?"

"Susan is to aged bourbon as Peter is to tequila."

(Tebbitt is quoting directly from a 1941 advertisement for Old Forester, which you can see here.)

Re: The bit I posted on Twitter

[rthstewart]

Another spew warning. Oh what have we wrought? Brilliant. "Susan is to aged bourbon as Peter is to tequila." Amazing

Re: The bit I posted on Twitter

[autumnia]

I remembered the Peter and Susan conversation scene in AW, so of course it made sense to reference it here. :-)

And you know, research is fun. And slightly challenging as I'm not really into alcohol either.

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[harmony_lover]

LOVE that line - and now I'm even more anxious to get caught up on AW. :)

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[h_dash_h]

Tebbit was shocked (and yet not) to discover Susan sipping on a glass of fine aged bourbon- *his* fine aged bourbon- when he drops by her cabin after leaving Edmund.

"You sleep too soundly", she said, "and I was suspicious the moment I realized there seemed to be no alcohol on the entire boat."

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[l_a_r_m]

1. I am having trouble choosing between "No jury would convict him" and Edmund opening his other eye as my favorite part.

2. TEBBITT IS WEARING A PEACOAT

2b. THERE IS A FLASK INSIDE IT