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　　INT. WOXOF BAR
　　
　　Loud music， low ceiling， plaques of the squadrons line the walls. A dancer gyrates on stage， largely ignored by pilots talking with their hands. Every pretty girl in San Diego seems to be here. It’’s a noisy， rowdy place – a "steam releaser" for people under pressure. Nevertheless， there is a control to it all， there are none of the usual bar types， just pilots and Naval Officers.
　　
　　The Ghost Riders enter. The place is on fire: a mob of dancers， flashing lights， blaring HARD ROCK MUSIC. Beer flows. Pilots talk flying and hustle girls.
　　
　　NEARBY
　　
　　An A7 pilot stands by the bar. He knows Goose and speaks loudly for his benefit……
　　
　　A7 PILOT
　　You know the Fighter Pilots motto？ It’’s better to be dead than to look bad.
　　
　　They grin broadly. Goose replies as they brush past.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　I don’’t know， Frank， anybody gets off on bombing the shit out of dirt has got to be queer.
　　
　　Goose exchanges friendly punches with the attack pilots. Maverick’’s introductions and friendly barbs are drowned by the music. Maverick is a bit reserved. He doesn’’t move among the crowd as naturally as Goose does. Hollywood and Wolfman drift away， searching for quarry. Goose orders beer. He nods toward a TALL YOUNG MAN across the room.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　Keller， Black Lion Squadron. I knew him at Pensacola. He’’s damn good.
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　Is there anybody in the Navy you don’’t know？
　　
　　GOOSE
　　Gotta keep track of the competition.
　　
　　Goose suddenly reaches out and grabs a guy moving past.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　Slider – they let you into Top Gun？ If you’’re among the best in the Navy， I tremble for the security of this country.
　　
　　SLIDER
　　Why Goose， whose butt did you kiss to get here？
　　
　　GOOSE
　　The list is long， but distinguished.
　　
　　SLIDER
　　So’’s my Johnson.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　This is Maverick.
　　
　　Smiles good-naturedly， shakes hands with Mav.
　　
　　SLIDER
　　So I’’ve heard.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　Who’’s your pilot？
　　
　　SLIDER
　　Tom Kazansky.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　（very impressed）
　　No shit. The Iceman……
　　
　　SLIDER
　　Mister to you.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　You think you can stay up with us.
　　
　　SLIDER
　　I think， yeah， we’’ll show you a thing or two.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　This is Evan Mitchell， he steers the thing.
　　
　　SLIDER
　　So I heard. Steers it pretty close. Sorry to hear about Cougar. He was a good man.
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　Still is……
　　
　　SLIDER
　　Yeah. That’’s what I meant.
　　
　　Suddenly， behind them， a flame shoots up. Someone ducks his head and swallows it. The pilot sets an empty glass on the bar.
　　
　　SLIDER
　　What was that？
　　
　　GOOSE
　　Flaming Hooker. Sort of an institution around here. Or maybe this is the institution， I forget which. It’’s the house drink. It’’ll warm the cockles of your heart…… and other things depending on where you spill it.
　　
　　He motions to the barmaid and she moves over， sets them up.
　　
　　Goose holds a demitasse glass. The barmaid pours Drambuie. They look at Goose apprehensively. Goose looks at nearby flyers in Camo fatigues.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　You can’’t show fear in front of Marines…… They’’re like Doberman’’s they’’ll go for your throat， it’’s instinctive.
　　
　　He takes out match and lights it. Maverick holds his arm.
　　
　　MAVERICK
　　You ever done this before？
　　
　　GOOSE
　　What， been drunk？ Sure! Plenty!
　　
　　He downs it all in one gulp， slaps the glass on the bar， still aflame. He stands there， blinking.
　　
　　SLIDER
　　How was it？
　　
　　GOOSE
　　Could use a dash more jet fuel.
　　
　　The others are duly impressed. Maverick’’s gaze falls on Ice watching from the end of the bar – Slider takes one， Maverick takes one too， downs it in a gulp. Sundown， taking up the challenge， motions for one. The barmaid pours it.
　　
　　GOOSE
　　Careful， don’’t make an ash of yourself……
　　
　　He tries to drink the flaming concoction. He tries to go for a sip， but it’’s too close to his face， he tries to tilt the flame away， but that doesn’’t work. Finally he goes for the gulp. He burns his lip and misses. He sets his hair on fire. It goes up in a WHOOOSH!!