A surprising amount of warmth overcame Locke's face, and the perspiration generated by it woke him up from his sleep.
A dark shade of green was what he saw first, and that was all he could see.
'What is this...?'
He raised his head and the bright light of the sun came in through the windows and blinded him momentarily. Once his eyes normalized he got a better look of what he saw, and right away he regretted it.
Mere inches from his face was the chest of a woman, his face had been buried deep in it. Feeling like his head was going to explode Locke got up and stood back. As he did so he covered the lower half of his face with his hands, and he also saw who it was he had been lying on.
Luckily it was a woman he knew, which was also a bad thing.
Celes Chere, a very beautiful woman who just happened to be an ex-general of the Gestahl Empire, was out like a light on the mattress. She had armor on her arms and shoulders, and a tight green leotard that barely covered her upper body was where Locke's face had just been. Her legs were bare, even her boots had been removed.
Despite the predicament Locke couldn't help but think of how beautiful Celes looked, and while he knew he shouldn't he watched her for a few moments before she started to move.
Celes sat up and stretched her arms over her head, momentarily oblivious to the treasure hunter who was standing in front of her trying to prevent his head from exploding.
When she finally did notice him, her expression went from serene to stern and she got off the bed. "Locke, what's going on?"
The adventurer shrugged his shoulders, "Not sure. Just woke up and found us in this room-" His face was red as an apple and luckily for him Celes didn't notice.
She stood up and reached for her left hip but there was nothing there. Her sword was gone. "Blast it."
A set of knocks came from a door nearby, and they both looked at each other. Being stuck in a room they had never been in before in a strange land with no clue how they got there. Not sure of what to make of it, as well as being without her sword, Celes instead reached for one of the chairs at the table and wielded it like a weapon.
Locke instantly got into his combat attitude, standing up against the corner that led to the door and Celes stood beside him, ready to attack with her chair at a moment's notice.
From around the corner Locke heard the door open and he tightly clenched his fists when he saw the cart followed by the moogle that was pushing it along.
"Kupo! Mog's Room Service here to bring you breakfast, kupo!"
Locke gave a sigh of relief and waved off Celes' weapon. "Just a moogle."
Celes put the chair down, but her expression hadn't changed. She was still ready for a fight.
The unsuspecting moogle came into the room and was greeted by Locke. The threat of an attack thwarted for now, Locke's attitude changed to be a bit more casual, and he took a seat at the table. "Hey there."
The moogle was totally unaware of how close he came to being smacked with a chair, and the woman who had wielded said chair was still on edge. "Breakfast is served, kupo!"
Celes wasn't convinced, "Locke, how can you eat at a time like this?"
The adventurer was starting to eat, a fork in one hand and a knife in the other like he hadn't a care in the world. "What do you mean?"
"This place, wherever it is, is very suspicious to me. We don't know if we're in danger-"
"If we were in any immediate danger, I don't think they'd send an adorable little moogle to kill us, right? Kind of pathetic if you ask me-" Locke turned to the clearly offended creature, "No offense little guy."
"None taken, kupo." He was still offended.
Celes huffed, her hands on her hips like she meant business. "You're so infuriating at times."
The man winked at her, "All part of my charm. Now, before we actually have to fight, let's eat."
Shaking her head as she knew there was no changing the mind of this incorrigible man, Celes gave up and sat down in the chair. "Still doesn't answer where we are."
"Mog's Resort, kupo!" The moogle floated in place, his pom-pom gently bouncing back and forth. "It's a very beautiful place secluded from the rest of the world. It's truly a paradise, a gem of an island, especially when you are with someone special, kupo."
Locke took a sip of his water glass. If he had taken anything bigger than that he might have choked. "So, what is the resort, some sort of honeymoon hot spot?" He laughed as he joked.
Thing was, the moogle wasn't laughing. "Something like that, kupo."
Locke stopped laughing and gave a look at Celes.
The normally serious or stoic general had a face as red as the moogle's pom-pom.