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Carroburg Internal...
Inga buttons up the jacket. A smart one, and with Emsk Cardinals written on the back. Or at least that what she guess those cyrillic characters means. She climbs back onto the wagon and grabs the reins. Waits patiently. And then Friedrich comes. Still in his Cascade uniform... Inga sighs. "Are you stupid, Fritz! I told you to change into these other clothes!" Friedrich stops. Looks uncertainly around. "Uh...are there someone else here?" "No", Inga says. "But who is this Fritz?" Inga takes a deep breath. She should have listened to Nicola. Bringing Friedrich to a Secret mission is apparently a hard task. A pity he is the only one who can carry two kegs of vodka in one go.

"Friedrich, I told you that our names are now Fritz and Iselin..." Friedrich nods uncertainly. "Ah." It takes some time before he continues. "So you called me stupid?" His tone is rising, along with his anger, as he climbs onto the wagon beside Inga. Inga quickly shifts gear. "Sorry, Friedrich. I can see that this is a bit challenging. Let's just keep our names secret, right? You can do that?" Friedrich nods. "Yes. Secret. I like that". The horses get into motion and the wagon clatters down the road. "By the way, you remember that we need to keep this a Secret from the coach?" Friedrich smiles. "Yes. I remember. I'm not stupid, Inga", he says. Then more silence. "Uh, why?" Inga looks up at the sky in resignation. "Because the coach will be angry with us if he knows." Friedrich chews on that. A long time. "Inga, I do not want the coach to be angry at me." Inga smiles. "Don't worry about it." Friedrich wrinkles an eyebrow. "But you just said..." "Friedrich...", Inga innterrupts exasperatedly, "... the coach will not be angry at us because this is a secret between us, so he will not know that he need to be angry!" Friedrich nods. "Right. Like I said." He pauses. "only different...". Inga sighs.

Inga stops the wagon outside of the stadium. She gets down and hands a blanket to Friederch. "Cover yourself with this, and grab those kegs. Together, they walk into the stadium and searches for the home teams changing room. A Security guard tells them the way. "But what will you do there?", he asks, and Inga is happy that she took Kislevite in School, even if her accent is atrocious. Friedrich is about to answer, but Inga kicks him in the knee. "We are just leaving some kegs for the party afterwards." The security guard looks suspiciously at Inga. "Uh. Why can't you come afterwards?" Inga sets up her cutest smile. "It has to be before, since no girls are allowed in the changing rooms after the match." He nods sagely, as Friedrich mumbles "They are not? But why are you and Nic...Ouch" He grabs his knee and almost loses the grip on one of the kegs. Inga smiles even broader. "Do not mind him. He has a bad knee!" The Security guard lets them pass while Friedrich mumbles: "Yeah, because you have kicked me twice..." They find the Cardinals changing room and places the two kegs there. Quickly, Inga writes in Kislevite on top of each: "Warning. Strengthening tonic. Must not be drunk before a game"

Afterwards, when they are back in the wagon, Friedrich wonders: "Uh, Inga. Why did those kegs smell of vodka?" Inga grins. "Because they WERE vodka, Friedrich." Friedrich mulls on that. "But you said they were strenghtening tonic." Inga grins wider. "Yeah, that's true." Friedrich is still confused. "But, Inga, how can it both be vodka AND strengthening tonic at the same time?" Inga laughs. "I think it will be both to the Cardinals. Let's hope they get a good portion of it drunk before the game starts!" Friedrich still wonders. "But Inga, if it is strengthening tonic, should we not keep it for ourselves?" Inga shakes her head. "Absolutely not, that's why I put the warning on the lid." Friedrich finally understands! "Ah. You think they will drink it because..." He laughs out loud while Inga nods.

On the pitch that evening Friedrich still wondered why all the Cardinals players stank of vodka...


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Posted by Meanandugl on 2016-11-16 12:24:19
Hilarious :)
Posted by bghandras on 2016-11-16 14:01:34
So you poisioned the opposition with low quality window cleaner? Cause vodka does not smell! :)
Posted by SpecialOne on 2016-11-16 15:47:08
Ah lovely stuff!!! Maybe i should get you to think up what happens in the dungeon of Rotenbach Coliseum. ;)
Posted by ttorvatn on 2016-11-16 16:02:28
tsk, tsk, bghandras, poisioning is such a crude word... Inga likes to think of it as "improving the opposite teams disposition :)" btw; I have from confident sources that a well-known smell has recently been added to Kislevite vodka to serve as a warning to friends and family, whenever... well... you can add the rest :)