[h3]Mac[/h3]
“Sod this.” Mac threw his arms in the air and stood up.

Making his way towards the door Mac then added. “I’ll go get the brat, you guys just give me the short version of whatever is happening here when I get back.

And with that he stepped outside into the warm sunshine. For a while he simply wandered the streets nodding back at those who waved or smiled at him. There was still a bit of work to be done around the town but now that the Heartless seemed to have retreated for now the towns-folk were taking advantage of it to make repairs, or even just simply relax with some good food and company.

Mac had half a mind to go and find the local pub again rather than waste his time trying to find Ryteb, of whom Mac was considering having a very long conversation with Tocsax about, when he overheard part of a conversation.

“ce foutu gosse ne sera pas descendre mon toit!” The older man with a grey moustache, surrounded by other older men, shook his fist up at the Town Halls roof.

The town hall itself was small and old, matching the town it resided in. As the older men continued to bicker amongst themselves as to what to do Mac shielded his face and looked up at what was causing such a commotion. Spotting a foot hanging out leisurely over the roof Mac had a sinking feeling that he had found Ryteb.

“Have you got a ladder?” He asked, summoning his own Keyblade. Being able to understanding French was very useful thing Mac found. “I think that kid up there might be with me.”

One ladder climb later Mac popped his head up over the edge of the roof into an alcove where Ryteb sat.

“So this is where you ran off to. How did you even get up here?” Mac had looked side to side as he reconsidered his question. “Actually I don’t want to know, and frankly I don’t care. Come on, our courageous leader want everyone back so we can head to the next world. Wonder if this next place has phone chargers.”

He didn’t wait for Rytebs response before he set off back down the ladder.

[h3]Cheese[/h3]
“No prob, bob.” Cheese patted Drakes arm “I’ll get you that drink.”

The next minuite or so didn’t seem to faze Cheese much, drawing nothing more than a raised eyebrow or roll of the eyes.

“Not very polite this Apokaukos, is he?” She stood by an old wooden cabinet and sniffed at the contents of a bottle. “Sends people in without so much as a ‘Hello this is so and so and they can do a thing’. Nice to meet ya whoever you are.”

Two glasses were set heavily on the table and Cheese poured into each the golden liquid that smelled almost fruity with hint of spice. Cheese thought for a moment and poured a bit more into each as it had been a long day. 

“Anyone else want some? You’re all over 18 right?” She put a glass into Drakes hand and then took a swig of her own, and made a slight face. “That is very sweet and a bit stronger than I thought it was, what is the percentage of this?”

Reclaiming the bottle Cheese looked it over to find the alcohol content. She made a very small ‘oh’ noise.