They go in, of course

As the two wrestlers entered the bar, there was one thing Adam noticed up front: There was barely any destruction and chaos going on. The place looked like a wretched hive of scum and villainy, but other than the Lynyrd Skynyrd tune playing on the jukebox, most of the conversation and action in Rick's Bar was fairly under control. It reminded him of a pub back home that he'd attended a week after getting through basic training.

(cue flashback)
"C'mon, Higbee, we've got a couple days off. Wanna hit the Black Dragon, dude?"

Adam looked up from relacing his boots into the eyes of Jimmy Flynn, one of his closest mates. "Yeah, I guess. Gimme a moment, an' I'll meet you outside."

A few minutes later, as they headed into the pub, a few individuals were getting loud and raucuous. But it was the two guys in the booth near the far wall that got his eye. The patches on their sleeves indicated that they were SASR, but they were just reading Robert Heinlein novels and drinking soda.

Adam nudged Jim. "I thought fellas like that'd be more rough-n-tumble."

"Mate, they're SASR; they don't have to prove nothin' to anyone."
(end flashback)

Cammy and Adam made their way through the small crowd over to the bar. The bartender, a former Russian GRU lieutenant, moved away from two of the female Marines he'd been pouring shots for.

"What'll it be, troops?"

"Two Killian's, mate," Adam replied.

"I'll have two Killian's also," Cammy remarked. As the bartender got their beers out of the cooler, the blond turned to her Aussie friend. "I'd've thought you'd be drinkin' Foster's, dude."

"Ha ha ha; that joke wasn't funny the first 7000 times. I didn't know your beer type, since I didn't know where yer from; I mean, sometimes you sound like Yosemite Sam; other times, Joe Pesci; sometimes, like you're trying to talk like Steven Seagal. I mean, where are you from originally?"

Before Cammy could respond, a voice behind them spoke.

"Higbee, is that you, man?" Both soldiers turned to see a tall redhead in a black long-sleeved minidress.

"Tatiana, how's it going?" Adam remarked. "Lookin' beautiful tonight."

"Please, Tatiana was just the name I used during that business in Argentina, remember?" She turned to Cammy. "The name's Laura."

"Cammy, I met this lovely during a joint venture with the CIA about 3 years ago. Probably one o' the best agents I've ever met; both in skill and beauty."

Laura and Adam looked like they were about to merely shake hands, when they suddenly hugged each other like long-lost friends.

"Well, me an' GI Jane here were just tryin' to relax after she kicked my ass in the ring tonight. Care ta join us, luv?"

"I'd be delighted. I was supposed to meet a former co-worker here tonight, but he's a no-show. Let's get us a table."