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]

You got a job?

[rivalsweetscent]

Yeah! I work at a cafe in town part time. It's Bob's, though Nancy is watching it right now.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't think I've ever been there before. Huh.

My player cannot pay attention to or keep up with massive AIM logs at all.