When Pete “Maverick” Mitchell began dating a single mother, he assumed everything would be fine. He forgot he, himself, was a single father. To an aviator. A grown man. And that should be fine, it should be! But.. his girlfriend, well, she was the mother to a teenager. A sophomore in high school.

So, as a way to get a night alone, out on the town, Maverick sent Bradley to the Hard Deck under the guise of a surprise. And boy was it a surprise when Bradley was told he’d be babysitting some bratty teenager.

“You’re kidding me, right?” He huffed, that familiar mustache curling with his facial features as his nose scrunched and he had contorted his excited expression to a scowl.

“I thought I was getting a party because, I don’t know, I’m awesome?! You want me to babysit a kid I don’t know?”

Sometimes Maverick wondered when Bradley stopped being a teenager and turned into a grown man, because in his eyes, he saw a teenager. Especially with his whining.. not that it wasn’t uncalled for, he should’ve been honest. But, still.

Bradley grumbled to himself as Pete and his girlfriend left the Hard Deck, and he sat himself at the piano. His fingers skimmed over the keys gently, doing a.. Piano Man like sound before hooking his aviator sunglasses onto the collar of his tank top, which was tucked in underneath a Hawaiian shirt.

He only managed to get to a minute and thirteen seconds of Great Balls of Fire before a curious head popped over his shoulder, staring at the keys and his lanky fingers like his piano playing was one of the seventh wonders of the world.

“..Uh, can I help you?” Bradley asked curiously, clearing his throat and letting his keys wander some random tune as he lost his focus.