"That was…bizarre." Celes commented dryly.
A surprised cry arose from the room. Arion, suddenly completely naked, blushed until she looked like a bipedal apple. She swiftly grabbed a pair of trays to cover herself.
The manager's face was a frightening shade of purple. "How dare you do a striptease when I'm talking to you!" He clenched his fist.
Locke chuckled. "Whoopsie."
"Whoopsie?" Celes whispered. "Locke, you didn't!"
"I was just trying to take her flute. Then I got a little carried away."
Celes clutched her forehead. "What did I tell you about stealing women's clothing?"
"Um…it's cute and endearing?"
"Yes, but the exact term I used was 'don't'!"
"Want a waitress uniform?"
"No!"
Celes slapped Locke across the face.
"Geez, sorry," Locke said. "I didn't mean to set you off like that. No need to be jealous, though. I'd never fall for a floozy like that."
"Floozy?"
"She's got no clothes on."
"That's because you took them!" Celes slapped Locke again.
"Look, she's leaving," said Locke. Celes turned to see the waitress girl wrapping a tablecloth around herself and shuffling out of the building, as embarrassed as anyone could be. Her boss fumed at her the entire time.
"Glad I'm not her," said Locke.
Celes slapped him again. "You did this to her!"
"Ouch! Didn't I apologize for that?"
"You need to apologize to her. Do you think she's even going to come back for an apology, though?"
"Come back?" Locke blinked. "No, but she sure was naked."
The force of Celes's hand across Locke's face was enough to send him flying.
"I get the point," said Locke, picking himself up and dusting himself off. "So, uh, who's picking up the check?"