Bag of MMs.

An SSX: 3/On Tour ficlet of lemon/lime pie

'Fly on, Little Wing.

Yeah yeah yeah Little Wing'

Mac finished singing the song under his breath and opened up his eyes. His back ached, his knees throbbed.

He was 20 now, and he was beginning to understand why Moby had hated him. Then again it could be the snot nosed sniveling annoying as all…

Mac breathed in a sigh of relief and tried not to look at the.. At that Graduate. Yeah. He had sat through that stupid movie. Stupid Gregory Peck. Stupid Elyse.

Moby stared across the Osprey at the short man with the short brown hair poking out from beneath his beanie. He had yet to abandon his huge earphones. He could feel the loathing in the eyes of the young man, familiar enough to him. He was surprised, however, when the teen- young man, barely even focused on him. He was going to say something, rile up the American. But then he realized that he wasn't even the object of the sullen look that Mac was giving. Mac's eyes had shifted to the left. Psymon had stood up a moment before, because that maniac would never wait for the powder to stop misting because of the propellers. Moby hate waiting too, but he wouldn't risk jumping out as soon as the door opened.

Mac tried not to flush with embarrassment at having given an evil eye towards Moby. He'd buried that hatchet. He quickly realized that when they had started to descend to the crest of the mountain in the Osprey, Psymon had stood up, and Griff had slid down a seat. Everyone else had fallowed. Moby had shifted over, than Nate, than Elise, than…

Mac looked down towards the exit. Brodi was sitting with his legs crossed, his eyes closed and his breathing measured and deep. As Mac watched, Brodi gently slid the board that had been in his lap off. One leg lowered to the floor and snapped it into place. Next to him Zoë was tapping her fingers in a drumbeat on her knees. Mac looked to the floor and slid his view from right to left. He paused for a second in the middle, than again, and leaned forward to get a full view on his other side. There was JP, and Allegra, and Eddie.

Moby was curious. There was that look again. He had to find something out about this.

"Mac. You and me. First one to grind a tree gets to choose a jump at the station for the other one to do."

Mac had turned off his player a moment ago, and Moby knew it. Mac knew that Moby knew it, too. He was too desperate for a distraction to say no.

"So ? I'm better than you anyway."

"Big words for someone who once accused me of being the guy who was no longer young, that I was so old and you were the uber-child."

"I was fourteen once, yeah. I was better than you. I still am better than you. You were 19 whenever you won your first medal. So its on. You wanna make it interesting ?"

"Ah, but you didn't let me finish, Uber-child. The Jump into the green station? You have to land it with your pants around your ankles."

At this point, everyone was listening. Mac took a breath and stared hard across the aisle. Moby sat back and looked around the plane. Everyone was looking right at Mac. Everyone except Psymon, who was probably an 8th of a way down the mountain at this point.

"We're Here folks. You have 1 minute to get off the plane. Thanks once again for flying Mercury Lifts. That's 45 seconds or else your going to the bottom on the plane. And… 30 Seconds." The pilot's voice called out. Everyone stood up and made their way out of the Hatch. Mac had been contemplating Moby's decision. Koari passed in front of him.

The bay of the plane lay empty, except for the Englishman and the American. There was a shift as the Osprey's engines picked up.

Moby and Mac both stepped to the edge of the loading ramp.

"Sure. But only if the winner buys dinner. We need to talk."

"Anything you say… Uber-child."

The too both jumped, buckling thier boots down the hill