First Entrance - Open To All

[maverick_mitchell]

Tonight, Bar admits a very special guest. The narration believes that it’s safe to say that there are two kinds of people here: those who know of him, and those who will know of him.

He is wearing an olive-drab flightsuit and aviator shades, with his flight helmet cradled under his arm. It’s painted in stripes of red, white, and blue, and MAVERICK is spelled out just above the visor.

Welcome to Milliways, Lieutenant Mitchell. We believe you’ll find it to your liking.

Comments

[headed4hell]

Grace throws her head back in a laugh.

"And they didn't call you Duck Duck?" She swirls a finger around the rim of her glass. "What's a RIO?"

[maverick_mitchell]

Maverick chuckles. "I guess it didn't occur to them at the time.

"A RIO is a Radar Intercept Officer. They man the radar in the backseat, handle communications, navigation, some of the weapons systems - things like that. It's a pretty cushy gig."

[headed4hell]

"Sounds like it."

She takes another long drag, expressive eyes busy checking him out while she smokes.

"Ever take up civilians?"

[maverick_mitchell]

"That'd be a first," Maverick allows. "But if you want to go up there, I'll see what I can do."

[headed4hell]

Score!

Grace smirks at him and says, "You should check out the garage sometime, man. I bet you a bottle of the good stuff they got your type of plane down there."

Milliways is kind of amazing.

"Definitely got some nice land rockets down there if you want me to return the favor."

[maverick_mitchell]

Grace's smirk is returned as Maverick makes a mental note to check the garage out.

"No offense, miss - but no land rocket can match my Tomcat. You'll understand once you're up there."

[headed4hell]

Grace rolls her eyes in a completely irreverent fashion.

"Call me Grace. And I know that. Still, you gotta make 'em feel good about themselves or they'll get depressed," she says teasingly. "I know my Connie's not gonna break the sound barrier, but she's pretty damn amazin' on I-35 at 3 a.m."