Scott was baffled at the idea of being invited to something. He never made many friends within the Navy, and when he did they certainty didn't ask him to tag along in any extracurricular activities off base.
Payback was the one who invited him, most assuredly an extended olive branch for his new WSO. Still, Scott was appreciative all the same.

Penny shot him a smile as soon as he made it to the bar. Her and his father seemed to be on good terms and he couldn't help that his smile widened when the thought crossed his mind.

"Careful, Mitchell," Someone voiced from behind him, causing him to very nearly drop his drink. He reluctantly turned around to face the familiar voice.
"You weigh what, a hundred sopping wet? Don't drink too much." Hangman's smirk seemed to climb in intensity the further he took his joke.

Scott forced himself to resign his expression to one of just mild annoyance before moving to walk past the other. His actions seemed to work as he noticed a twitch from Hangman's lip, a possible sign that the pilot was expecting a more reactive response. He moved to walk around him, but Hangman had other ideas, choosing to intercept him by stepping to the side. Mouse let a sigh out through his nose, looking up to meet Hangman's eyes.

"How's about a game of pool?" Hangman offered up, a confident grin on his face that Scott took as a sign that it could be more than a "friendly" game. He didn't want to lose to Hangman, feeding the pilot's ego, but he also didn't want to win and cause him to become potentially insufferable.

"I'll—I'll pass." Scott began, half sincerity fitted into his tone. "Thanks though."

"Your loss. Well," Hangman cocked his head to the side. "It would been your loss even if you played." He said quickly before his eyes locked on to something seemingly more important than making fun of him.
"That was fun, but I see a bird who needs to be knocked down a peg." Hangman began in explanation, before leaving to head toward the pool tables. Scott turned to see him go, noticing that Rooster the bird in question. He watched as Hangman grabbed at the ball rack as soon as he made it over there, moving to stand in front of Rooster. He surely was taunting him, as he placed one of the rounded corners of the rack to jab into the other's chest while he spoke. Rooster's face seemed unamused, moving a hand to swat the rack away from him.

Scott decided to move toward them, but he set his eyes on Payback's group rather than Hangman's, who was playing a game with Phoenix while Bob watched from a nearby stool. Scott grabbed at the edge of a seat for himself, hoisting it along with him before dropping it stand beside Bob's own. Bob looked away from his friends to offer him a welcoming smile, he grabbed at the small bowl of nuts on the table behind them, sliding it to meet halfway between them.

Scott raised his brows slightly, frowning in thought before decidedly reaching a hand out to grab a few. He smiled in thanks before tossing them into his mouth.
"Thanks." He murmured around the cashews, taking a sip of his beer to wash out the overwhelming taste of salt in his mouth.

"So," Bob began, gulping down his own mouthful of snacks as he searched for a topic of conversation. "Maverick's your dad." He blurted out before noticeably wincing, shifting awkwardly in his seat.

Scott huffed out a laugh, turning to face the other WSO with a half-smile. "Yeah," He murmured, tilting his to the side in amusement.

"That's, uh, well..." Bob was grasping straws, and Scott decided to just watch him struggle. "Well, what's that like?"

"Fine, I guess?" Scott raised his brows, smile still on his face.

"Good. Uh, that's good." Bob nodded slowly, choosing to shut himself up by stuffing more cashews in his mouth.

"You need some help with this?" Scott asked, tilting his head.

"Yes, please." Bob begged immediately, eyes pleading. Scott laughed before running a hand through his hair, turning in his seat to fully face the other.

"Alright, Robert Floyd." Scott clears his throat, shifting to make himself comfortable. "Twenty questions."

"You're kidding?" Bob asked, laughing incredulously. "That is not a fluid conversation starter at all."

"I protest." Scott opened his mouth in mock shock, nursing his beer with a smile.

"Yeah, okay." Bob rolled his eyes, nodding his head toward the other as he moved to face him. "You first."

"Alright," Mouse took a final sip of his beer, moving to hold between his open legs. He looked down in thought in a moment before turning back to his new friend. "Favorite movie."

Bob immediately shook his head with a smile, already looking off into nothingness while he pondered an answer. "Um... Love Actually." He said finally.

Scott gave him a look.

"What?" He waved a hand in question. "I watched every Christmas since I was a kid." He defended quickly, craning backward in his seat to lean against a support beam behind him.

"I feel like," Scott began before chuckling. "I feel like that's a movie you shouldn't be watching as a kid."

"Whatever," Bob muttered with a smile. "My turn. Um, favorite color."

"The hell are you two doing?" Phoenix called from the pool table after hearing the question, tilting her head. Scott looked up, noticing that Rooster was now off somewhere while Coyote, Payback, and Hangman took his place.

"Twenty questions." Bob mumbled from the new handful of cashews he placed in his mouth.

"Lame," Payback laughed, the insult was good natured.

"Hey," Scott began in defense. "All of my first dates thought otherwise."

"Is that what this is?" Bob joked, raising his brows and reeling his head back slightly. Scott eyed the group, gauging a reaction. Hangman seemed to stiffen from where he was leaning against his cue, his eyes narrowing in on Bob. Scott shook it off, forcing himself to tamper down his anxieties.

"Nah, I need my boyfriend to have a complementary call sign if I'm dating in the Navy." Mouse frowned as if it was a law he needed to abide by, shrugging his shoulders like he couldn't help it.

"He's got you there." Phoenix laughed, taking her shot before straightening to watch her ball pocket easily.

"I don't think anything compliments pipsqueak's call sign." Hangman muttered, leaning over the felt to angle his cue. Phoenix shot him a glare while Payback looked to Scott in sympathy. Scott simply eyed the side of the pilot's face, who hadn't looked over once.

"Well, don't leave us hanging." Phoenix began in an attempt to lighten up the mood. "Favorite color, Mouse, go." She ordered while Payback moved to take over his paired turn with her.

Scott's ears turned warm at the attention of almost everyone being paid to him. "Green." He said after a moment, not to contemplate his answer, but to allow himself time to gather the courage to speak.

"Huh," Payback bottom lip jutted out in thought. "Thought of you more as a blue type of guy."

Scott just shrugged in reply, his blush now creeping up his neck as he watched the group start up their game again, Coyote moving to shoot for his and Hangman's team while the rest watched on. His dark eyes darted to watch everyone's reaction to the smooth play of Coyote's. Phoenix ran a hand over her face while Payback groaned in protest, and Hangman, Hangman's gaze was on something else entirely. His green eyes were locked onto Scott, but once he realized he was caught, his eyes shifted lazily to the pool table.