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"Tay! There's someone at the bar!" Taylor rolled her eyes, sighing loudly. "Is there a reason you can't get it, Penny?" She called. "I'm in the bath!" Taylor groaned loudly. "Fine!" She pushed up from her workouts and stuck her apron on, rushing down the stairs. "Drinks aren't open till 5," She called.
"Good thing I'm not here for drinks then," Taylor blinked. "Pete... what are you doing here? You're always here for drinks," She frowned. He shrugged. "Yeah, but I came to speak to you," She frowned. "Why?" She asked, pouring herself a coke. "Want one?" She asked. "My tab," She handed him one. "Well, I'm allowed to chat aren't I?" He smiled. Taylor shook her head fondly as she sat on the bar. "Nope. You're renowned for being a stud round here. So what can I help you with?"
He grinned. "A stud, you say?" Taylor rolled her eyes. "I'd hurry up with whatever it is. My dads gonna be back soon and he won't be happy to see you chatting to me," Taylor smirked. Her dad worked at the TOP GUN school as an admiral, where Pete was training. "About that, actually," He said. Taylor sighed softly. "We've got a new member coming in soon." He said idly. "Yeah? What's he called?" Taylor knew damn well the new member was her and knew he probably knew.
After all: her dad had been the one to announce HORNET as the new member. "Hornet, apparently." Pete sighed over the coke can. She leaned over smiling. "Cool name. Know why?"
He shrugged. "Nope. I can only assume it's something to do with the animal at the minute, though I'm sure that'll change when I meet 'em," She smiled softly, watching as he downed the rest of his drink. She opened her mouth to speak when: "Hey Pumpkin," Her dad strolled in. She slid off the bartop and picked up her coke. "Hey daddy," She smiled. "Daddy?" Mav mumbled, smirking. Taylor stuck her finger up subtly. He snickered. "Maverick! What're you doing here? Bar's not open for another 45,"
Taylor glanced at her watch, nodding. "Oh, I found Tay's coat on the chairs outside." He lied easily. Taylor looked away shaking her head. "Oh, she's always leaving her stuff everywhere. She needs to get more responsible," She playfully rolled her eyes at the pointed look. "Well, if you don't mind, dad. While you're here Pete, you can help me set up."
He raised an eyebrow. "The tables and chairs need cleaning. Especially if this "hornet" is coming for drinks tonight." She grinned. "Need to make a good impression,"
"Thank you very much, darlin'," Taylor sighed as she passed out more drinks. "That was actually mine, Kazansky, but ok," She grumbled. "Why would it be yours? Women don't drink beer," He laughed with Slider. She rolled her eyes. "That's because it's not beer. It's a cocktail-coke mix."
"Let me reiterate, women don't drink," He sniped. Taylor sighed. "Said to the woman who co-owns the bar,"
She smiled when Pete walked in with Goose following behind. "Well, a woman should be married with kids, not working in a bar," She turned with a glare. "I'm sorry, you wanna repeat that?" She asked... well... icily. "I'm just saying, a woman's place is the kitchen."
She snorted as Pete sat down grinning at Kazansky. She shrugged off her cardigan, revealing her aviation badge. Several of the men choked on their drinks, sputtering exclamations. She tutted. "Shame." She smiled at him. She handed Pete the coke she was going to drink with a grin. "Oh well. I'll see you on the field tomorrow Kazansky,"
She laughed to herself as he exclaimed and sputtered indignantly.