☽ aries ☾

Wolfman's presence was hard to miss when he would show up to boys night. Not only was the blonde WSO tall, but he had a bright smile and a loud laugh that usually let the squadron know that he was there, but tonight was different. For one, Wolfman didn't have his oh so famous stetson on his head, and that beautiful smile was missing.

"Alright, I know it's boys night," Goose said, setting his cards down and looking over at Wolfe, "But you're being weird and it's weirding me out."

"I'm not being weird, Bradshaw," Wolfman muttered.

"Aha! You are! You called me, 'Bradshaw'," Goose exclaimed.

"Well, that is your last name," Maverick, pointed out, "But for real, Wolfie, you are acting a bit strange. What's up? Issues with the Missus?"

The boys all let out a low whistle as they looked around at Wolfe, who sighed, setting his cards down in front of him. Boys night was off limits for significant others. There was no talk about the women that they went home to (or in Mav's case, went to go find). But occasionally, they broke the rules when it looked like one of them was going through it.

"Y/N, she's uh. . . she wants to get married," Wolfe said quietly.

Y/N had been one of the few girlfriends that had made the sacrifice to come out and see the TopGun pilots during their training. She had be come close friends with Carole and Sarah (Iceman's girlfriend). The three of them had become inseparable as they shared the common theme of being significant others of the pilots. They all leaned on each other when the pilots got whisked away to some mission in the Indian Ocean not long after graduation.

"Well damn! That's huge!" Goose smiled, and patted Wolfman's back, but the RIO shook his head, "It's not?"

"Remember that last mission, after graduation?"

How could any of them forget? Hollywood and Wolfman had been shot out of the sky, their plane breaking into pieces as they hurdled towards the endless sea. Ice and Slider had to fight off four MiGs by themselves until Maverick came to their rescue and shot down three MiGs, making him the only active duty pilot with three confirmed air kills. It was a mission for the history books.

"I cheated on her," Wolfman said quietly, "It was dumb and stupid and I was. . . I didn't think I'd ever live to see her again. I mean, I felt the fucking jet broke apart with us still in it. I wasn't thinking and-"

"Does she know?" Iceman asked and Wolfe shook his head, "You need to tell her."

"I tried," Wolfman said, "I really did, but I couldn't so. . . I just packed my bags and left. Left her a note with an apology."

Wolfman could only imagine the scene playing out at his apartment right now. It was around 8:30 at night, so Y/N was just getting home from her girls night with Carole, Sarah, and Bradley. She had probably already noticed that his boots were missing from their usual spot by the front door, which would prompt her to call out his name. She would then walk to the kitchen and see that his cookbooks were gone, as well as the picture of him and Hollywood. She would then see the note, written on a yellow notebook pad.

"You son of a bitch Leonard!"

"He's gonna kill us," Goose whispered as he threw his arm around your shoulders, as you stumbled over your feet again, "Actually he's going to kill you! I might be able to get by with a little maiming."

"It was your idea to go out for drinks!" Maverick sassed back, as he tried to keep you steady.

"I said 'a drink', Mav, A. As in one!"

"Mav can't help he's short and can't count," You slurred, your words not making the slightest bit of sense. Both men looked at each other confused but shook their heads as they continued to help you walk down the hall of your dorm, "Oh fuck, I'm drunk aren't I?" You giggled, throwing your head back, causing you to stumble again.

What was supposed to be a celebratory drink after having a successful day in the sky, turned into many drinking games and rounds of darts. Goose had challenged you to a game of shots for every time Maverick had a miss with a lady, which turned out to be a lot. Both men knew they were screwed when you started to dance to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' saying it was your favorite song to play while dancing with Ice.

A sober you never spoke about your relationship like that. You and Ice saved the PDA for behind closed doors, knowing how it might seem to others in the field. It was the telltale sign you were intoxicated when you started talking about sex, and Goose had to get you home before he started gagging.

"Easy girl, please don't get hurt before we get you back to Ice."

"Ice!" You gasp, your eyes were glossy but became wide at the mention of your boyfriend.

"Yeah, your boyfriend, who is going to kill us!"

"Icey doesn't kill people," You said, and leaned your head against Goose's shoulder as Maverick opened the door to the rec room. Slider, Ice, Wolfman and Hollywood all turned to look towards the three of them. Ice could tell right away from the way your nose and eyes were red that you were drunk, "ICEMAN! You guys were right he is here!"

"I'm gonna kill them," He muttered to the group, setting down his cards and walking over towards them.

"Hey, Tom-"

"Shut up," Iceman said to Goose, and Goose gave him a tightlipped smile as Ice wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Hiya Tommy," You slurred.

"Hi princess," Tom smiled, "You have fun?"

"So much," Your eyes were barely open and Tom chuckled. You threw yourself against his body and Tom grunted, wrapping his arms tightly around you, "I love your chest. It's so comfy, and looks so good when I leave scratches on it."

Tom's jaw dropped slightly as he looked at Maverick and Goose who were bright red.

"Yeah, she uh. . . she opened up a bit. I guess I know when I walk by your room and hear Def Leppard I should just keep walking," Goose smiled and Ice just glared, "Yeah, we're going. Bye, Y/N see you on Monday."

"Bye Mother Goose!" You waved enthusiastically, turning to watch the two of them leave. Ice placed a kiss on the top of your head, before leading you back over to the card table.

"We're almost done with this round, can you last a bit?" Ice asked you, sitting down in his chair, and pulling you into his lap. You nodded and got comfortable, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kept one arm around you, resting his hand on your hip and holding his cards in his other hand.

Every so often you would place a kiss on Ice's jaw and lean up to whisper things in his ear. He couldn't help but smirk both because your alcohol induced words made you feel even bolder than normal, and the eye roles and glares from his colleagues.

"When we get back I'll let you do that thing-"

"Okay, I'm not sticking around to watch the free porno," Hollywood said, tossing his cards down.

"Yeah same," Wolfman spoke and followed his pilot out of the rec room.

"Lame!" You yelled after them, "Wolfie, you get hard when you see a MiG."

"Yeah cause that's hot, this, is not," Wolfman said, "It's like watching your sister and her boyfriend cuddle on the couch. See you on, Monday."

"I gotta call my girl," Slider said, and stood up, but not before kissing your forehead, "Have fun. . . and don't play the Def Leppard too loud."

"You really like to run your mouth, don't ya," Tom said, and tickled your side. Once they all left, you shifted yourself so you were straddling Tom. His hands going straight to your hips to keep you still, "How much did you drink?"

"A lot," You said, "Goose challenged me to a drinking game with tequila, I hate tequila, and it was all down hill in a 4G negative nosedive from there."

"Sounds like a blast. Come on, let's get you to bed."

"No!" You pouted, "I wanna play the song."

"Baby, I don't even think you can walk straight."

"Oh yes I can," You stood up from his lap quickly, only to stumble right into the wall, "Stood too fast."

"Mhm, yeah," Tom said, standing up from his chair. He picked you up bridal style and you giggled as your feet left the ground, "You can play the song tomorrow night."