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four. top gun, fightertown, usa.
Okay, maybe she did have one too many of those vodka cranberry drinks, but Cassie had never felt better. Sitting in her usual booth in the stuffiness of the O Club, head leaned against the dark blue leather of the booth, eyes boring into the the shiny tile of the ceiling, a drunken smile on her face. Cassie was never usually one to let herself go, especially not among her colleagues. But? It was a Friday night, she's had a shitty week, and her best friend was in the corner sucking face with Slider. So yeah, Cassie had one after another, tipping them back like they were nothing.
Occasionally, Maverick or Goose would stroll past—Goose having been the latest, sliding into the booth across from her, asking her to settle a bet before he realized she was too far gone to even comprehend what he was saying. Out of everyone in the bar, only one person had seen Cassie like this—cheeks flushed from liquor, giggling and grinning at every little thing, lip quivering at the slightest wrong tone. For the better part of an hour, Cassie had been staring off into space, slumped in the booth, nursing a water Goose had retrieved for her.
"I thought you were supposed to be our designated driver?" a voice asks before sliding in across from her—Tom Kazansky in all his arrogant glory, shining in his summer whites.
As Cassie blinked at his swirling face, she managed a smile. "Then," she hiccuped, causing Tom's to shoot up. "Mav got me a drink. As a sorry," she practically slurred before sipping from the water bottle.
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Tom asks, cocking his head in curiosity. He watches as Cassie continues to drink the water, quickly beginning to empty it. With a huff, Tom leapt up and grabbed another, hoping to sober her up the slightest bit.
Cassie took the next bottle and almost emptied it before hiccupping again. She sniffled, leaning against the table, hand in her chin, glossed eyes meeting his own. "He said," sniff. "'cause of Kent. That my drinks were on his tab for the night. Soooo, I thought what the hell! If Mav is payin', I'm gonna drain his goddamn debit card." Cassie said, raising her voice as she talks, slamming her palm on the tabletop.
