Felix's Pov

I couldn't believe she was actually following me! It made me want to scream and shout with joy! I might have a chance! I just might, but I'd need to take things slow. She was a widow and grieving. It would be out of place. I decided to take her to Tappers first. I felt she'd enjoy it there because of the game she's from. I, myself, am not much of a drinker, but I will on the occasion. But still, there haven't been many occasions.

I walked in and sat at the bar and she took the seat next to me. I hailed Tapper over and he came with his welcoming and friendly smile.

"Well, hello. I'm Tapper! You two must be new to the arcade! I'd be happy to help you with any questions you might have or need to be answered. Here's a drink on the house to start with! Although, I suggest you start a tab if you plan to come her daily. So what's your name?" Tapper said quickly.

"Sergant Calhoun, civilian." Calhoun said with a stiff nod.

"I'm, uh, Felix." I said with a weak voice. What if he recognized me?

"You know, Felix, you remind me of another fellow that's well known around this arcade. You look, sound, and have the same name as him! You must be made by the same game designer. We'll have to try to introduce you two." Tapper said as he looked me over.

I inwardly sighed. I could work with that.

"That sound fine and dandy, sir! I'd love, too!" I said in a chipper voice. I winced slightly. Even after going to Hero's Duty I was still the same push over I was before.

"You talk like him, too!" Tapper laughed as he gave the two of us some filled mugs and left to serve other customers.

"That does explain your accent, soldier. I wondered why you talked a little funny." Calhoun said as she took a wary sip of her beverage. She smacked her lips together appreciatively. "Ah, I can see why you like it here."

"I don't normally come here, and, no disrespect, but I do not have a funny accent." I said crossly.

Calhoun's Pov

I felt my eyebrows shoot up when I looked at him and he, too, looked shocked.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." He said quickly.

I shook my had and laughed.

"Not at all, soldier. You got guts to stand up for yourself." I assured him.

He blushed and looked at his drink.

"Th-Thanks, ma'am..." He muttered.

I smirked and downed the rest of my drink. I looked around at the rest of the civilians around the area. A few were looking at me and Fesit in interest. I just shrugged and went back to my business. If they had business with us, they'd have to come to us themselves.

"What else is around here, soldier?" I asked.

I'm all with drinking, but not with others. I prefer to swallow my pity by myself.

"Well...there's this one game I like...you gotta promise not to laugh, though." He spoke hesitantly and was blushing something fierce. It was kinda cu-annoying. It was annoying. That's it.

"Sure, soldier. I promise. Lead the way." I said in a stern voice and with a frown.

Vanellope's Pov

Man, this guy was thicker that a jaw breaker. He was blindly following me without asking any questions! I led him to the kart making factory. This would be a piece of cake. Like taking candy from a baby. A really big diaper baby. I snickered to myself.

"Alright, Knuckles. Bust it open!" I prompted.

He rolled his eyes and barely paid the door any attention as he punched it in. This was probably a good thing. Seeing on my face was in a big, x-ed out circle on it. Heh, oh well...

"So where's your kart?" Ralph asked as he looked around.

"You got to make it, a-doy." I said as I picked out a style. "Ooh, this looks cool!"

"I don't make things. I break them, kid." He told me in defiance.

"Well, prepare to step out of your comfort zone, Gladice." I said as we started.

And in the end, I can say I've never been happier.

Until the cops came in.