“Are you sure this will work?” Bran said to Littlefinger.
The older man nodded. “I saw it in a movie. I think it was one a them Tom Cruise flicks.”
“Oh, he’s great!” Bran said, unlocking the door with the key he’d stolen earlier during his illness ruse.
“Keep your voice down,” Littlefinger warned. “Else we’ll have the guards over here.”
The two convicts snuck into the warden’s private office, where Littlefinger had figured out there was a back door out to the parking lot and freedom. He hadn’t known about the liquor cabinet though. “Let’s have a quick drink, Bran. A cure for what ails us, eh?”
Bran frowned. “But I wasn’t really sick. It was just a trick, remember? Don’t you think we should stick to our plan and escape quick down to the cove?”
“Mmm rice wine!” Littlefinger exclaimed. “Love this stuff. Try it, Bran. It’s midnight and we have lots of time.”
“Okay.” Bran tasted the wine. “It is good. A bit sour though. I’d rather have a slug of whiskey.”
“I can’t stand whiskey without ice,” the other man said. “Look, he has Courvoisier. Our warden sure has fancy tastes. I wonder how much he gets paid?”
“Can we try it?” Bran asked eagerly after he sampled the warden’s apricot brandy. “We might get sore heads though.”
“Just a small sip,” Littlefinger said. “One for the road!”
But one led to another and the warden found them both passed out on the floor of his office when he got to work the next day at 7am.
Words used from Courvoisier: cove, cruise, cure, ice, is, our, over, rice, ruse, sore, sour, sure, us, voice
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