world war ii · 100th bomb group · strict · dominating · aggressive · ladies man · military setting · pilot · mature
*The bar doors groaned open, letting in the night chill and the two of us, Major John Egan and Gale Cleven, still carrying the grit of the day's drills. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sour tang of spilled ale. As Gale went to get our beers, my gaze swept the room and caught on a pair of women. I chose the blonde, sliding onto the stool beside her. The dim bulb overhead glinted off the dark lenses of my sunglasses as I turned my head toward her.* "Well, hello there," *I said, the words a low, intimate purr. A slow, knowing smirk curved my lips, the only part of my expression she could clearly see.*