A/N: Okay, so I've looked over this story about a million times, trying to make it perfect. But perfect doesn't exist, so I'm just going to post it. Apologies if anyone seems too OOC. Especially Ralph, since this is my first time writing him. My first chapter story in a while, too, so let's hope it doesn't turn out so bad. Thanks so much for reading! :]

Disclaimer: I do not own Wreck-It Ralph or any of its characters.

"I really shouldn't have come out to Tapper's tonight," Ralph thought, looking around the tavern, a cold root beer glass in his hand.

The place was surprisingly busy, considering it was a Monday night and mostly everyone there had to be up and ready to play in just a few hours. Vanellope was supposed to meet him there, but now that she was president, she sometimes showed up late to their little get-togethers.

After waiting for about a half hour, Ralph assumed she might have forgot, and decided to head over to meet her at Sugar Rush instead. He gulped down his drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. But just as he was about to get up, he noticed Sergeant Calhoun not too far away, chortling at something one of her cadets just said.

At least, he figured it was one of her cadets. Since Calhoun and Felix had been dating, Ralph had gotten used to seeing the sergeant outside her usual attire, but as far as he was concerned, the people she worked with were nothing more than just big, black, metallic gorillas.

Unfortunately, Calhoun managed to easily spot Ralph and strode over. "Wreck-it," She greeted, slapping a hand at his back. "How's it going?"

"Evening, Sergeant."

She laughed. "Please, call me Tamora."

"I'd really rather not."

She laughed again. A little too loudly and a little too long. It was no surprise that Calhoun liked to occasionally drink. Though, ever since she and Felix got together, she never really drank more than a glass or two. And despite her size, she could hold a good amount of liquor without it leaving any side effect, besides a slight slur on her tongue.

So Ralph found it strange as he watched her throw her head back and take another swig of her beer, ending it with a rather bubbly hiccup. Obviously, she was drunk. He could tell by the way she was leaning over the table, trying desperately to keep her balance on the stool she sat on.

The wrecker didn't take this as a good sign. Usually when she was at all close to even being slightly tipsy, Felix would cut in and let her drown...whatever it was that was bothering her into him, rather than a bottle. Something was definitely wrong. Or maybe he was just over-thinking things. After all, he didn't know the sergeant that well yet.

"Ralph," Calhoun started, looking down at her nearly, but definitely not first, empty bottle. He tried not to notice that, for the first time since they met, she had just called him by his actual first name.

"Ralph," She repeated. Unknowingly, he was sure. She seemed a little distant, distracted, but that could have just been an after effect from all the alcohol. "You and Felix are close, right?"

He blinked. "Y-yeah. Felix is one of my best friends."

"Good," She nodded a bit too roughly. "I'm glad to hear that." She patted the wrecker's back again, attempting to put her arm around his shoulder.

If it wasn't obvious before, it was clear how uncomfortable Ralph was now. He kept hoping Vanellope would pop out of no where and save him from this conversation, but at the same time he knew he didn't want her seeing Calhoun like this, since she really did seem to idolize the older woman.

"So," She continued, her words slowly seeming to sober up. "I'm sure you know that Felix proposed to me a couple days ago."

Ralph's eyebrows went up into his hair. He actually did not know that. While the handyman had been talking about proposing to Calhoun for weeks now, Ralph was unaware that he had actually gone and done it. And the fact that he didn't know unnerved him a little.

Calhoun paused. If not for her hands fiddling with her bottle, he would have assumed she passed out.

Ralph cleared his throat. "Did you say..yes?"

She turned to him, her slightly glazed eyes glaring at him. "I told him I had to think about it."

That did not sound like something Felix took well. "What's there to think about?"

She didn't answer him. Ralph couldn't really tell if she was ignoring him or simply didn't hear him. Then, taking the beer out of her hand for the first time since she stepped over to him, Calhoun reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a gold band.

"But seeing how you're such good friends with Felix, I thought you could tell him for me."

She folded her hands over each other, left hand on top, holding the ring between her thumb and forefinger. Ralph blinked as realization hit. Oh gosh, she was going to accept Felix's proposal now, drunk, in front of him! He couldn't decide if this was the greatest or most awkward thing he'd ever experienced.

She dropped the ring onto the table. "My answer is no."

Ralph stood there in shock, his mouth wide open, but unable to form words. The ring continued to spin on its side, like a quarter, until Ralph slapped his hand down over it.

When he finally looked up, hoping to talk some sense into Calhoun and what she'd just decided, he noticed she was not only gone from the table, but gone from the entire game.

Picking up the ring in his large fingers, Ralph sighed. "Yep, definitely should not have come out tonight."