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

[cassiefuckingcage]

The beer may be a bit stronger on the hops than that which was readily available in America in the 1980s.

"Nope," Cassie says. "My abilities are both astonishing and really fuckin' badass. Too bad you're the one being inspected and not me."

[maverick_mitchell]

If it gets the jump on Maverick, he doesn't let it show - much.

"Who says it can't be both ways?"

He leans forward on the couch and gestures to Cassie's locks. "Because if we're splitting hairs-" (har har puns) "-those bangs are going to get you on the wrong side of a Sergeant-Major one day."

He smirks.

"Let me know when they do, by the way. I want to hear about how it blew up in their face."

[cassiefuckingcage]

"No one touches the undercut," Cassie says. "It outranks the President."

She points to the bun at the top of her head. "'Sides, I've got all my bases covered."

Then she nods at his helmet.

"Don't tell me you got your flyboy name by sticking to the manual."

[maverick_mitchell]

Maverick gives Cassie an amiable shrug.

"Sometimes. When it's convenient. Most of the time I get more done by just winging it. Pun intended."

[cassiefuckingcage]

Cassie shakes her head and tsks at Maverick.

"I'm a flexible girl myself, Lieutenant," she says, "but that pun is getting you negative marks. Remember you're being assessed."