Glider flight (Tag Mac/Open)

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake was in one of the best moods he'd been in since... since he couldn't remember. He felt like a new man; well fed, lots of booze the night before along with other indulgences and the day before he stole a glider right off a damned base. The world was suddenly right or close enough that he could be in a good mood for once. Snake parked his bike

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[lost_spiritus]

Hearing someone at her door Mac frowned and set down her paint brush. Her hair was twisted up and held in place by two pencils and she wore scruffy clothes that were covered in all kinds of art materials.

When she opened the door and saw him there she frowned just a little, "Hello..."

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake's smile faded at the frown. Hey baby, you still up for flying?

[lost_spiritus]

"Uh...yeah..." She backed away from the door and let him into the apartment, "Let me just finish up and then clean up." She smiled softly, "You should have called, then I could have been ready."

[_call_me_snake_]

Sanke walked in and his grin reappeared. I'm in no rush, take your time.