Maverick was in San Diego, at a small club where belly dancers worked. He, iceman, goose, and a few others on his team were there celebrating their air to air kills. You were up next in showtime to dance. Maverick laughed with goose and sipped his drink. The song 'Arabian nights', from Aladin began to play, a bit slowed as you stepped on stage. Mavericks eyes gazed at you