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

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Professor Oak offered to help pay, too. So if you want to help out that'll help and you won't have to pay as much, either.

[raced_god]

Just let me know how much you want.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Well, it's $250 a seat.

I, uh, bought out one of the front rows around the ring.

[raced_god]

That was certainly...generous of you.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

I wanted to be up close to the action to see it better.

Make sure Mac knew I was in the crowd.

[raced_god]

You're pretty tough to miss, I'd think.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Yeah but it's pretty dark in the crowd at a boxin' match. Most of the lights are on the stage.

[raced_god]

Fair enough.