A PRIVATE MISSIVE

[tank_rockarms]

[Private Level 2 to Bros and Bradettes who Max knows are friends with Mac IF YOU THINK THAT MEANS YOU THEN THAT PROBABLY MEANS YOU - Max had to beg someone to help him with this; Raiden or Brock or Falcon or Lash or someone who is better with computers than Max was involved, so really 98% of the school could have stepped in at this point.]

Hey, Mac is going for the championship belt in his boxing league on [DATE GOES HERE] and I'm goin' no matter what.

I bought out an entire row of seats. I get paid for bein' a general and a teacher it's great It's gonna look pretty silly if I'm the only one in the row. If you wanna come along, just tell me. I've got Orange Star transport helicopters. I can take up to an entire platoon's worth of guys along.

And if you can't afford to pay me back for the ticket, don't worry about it.

[/end private missive]

Comments

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

[And here he said to Mac he would watch him on tv!! Guess he didn't have to! Oh boy oh boy this would be the second time he got to watch a live match! It was fun last time. They got to throw popcorn and straws at the jerk Mac was beating up.]

If you will let me, I'm definitely gonna come! I think I have enough to pay you for the ticket, but first I need to know. How much were they?

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

You're in.

$250 each. They're front row.

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Okay... I have enough. Thanks!

[Hnnnn what a blow to his wallet, but... this would be worth every penny.]