Fweeeeee

Boy, did this little thing mutate. It was going to be some kind of trippy conversation between Locke and Leo (through a dream sequence or something... I don't know) about Celes, what she's like, and what you have to expect when courting her and such. But as I started writing, I started realizing that that wasn't Locke's issue. And in exploring what Locke's issue really was, I completely wrote Leo out of the idea. Oh well... I got some cute out of it, anyway. This is really quite a rough draft, and I've already noticed several inconsistencies (one of which is particularly embarrassing as I violated my own nitpick), so I'll be replacing this with a more finished draft later.

Please feel free to point out anything that I've got wrong/doesn't flow/needs to be explained further.

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The room was modest enough, considering its location. Normally containing little more than a bed and some essential furniture, tonight it also contained Locke Cole. And Locke Cole currently contained a glass and a half of wine and was thinking seriously about containing some cigar smoke as well.

It wasn't that he was afraid, not really. He knew how he felt, and how she felt, and it'd be okay no matter what; fine and dandy if she said yes, still fine if she said no because he could afford to give her breathing room, he wouldn't force her into anything she didn't want... and he'd been through worse than this before, he wasn't some sniveling twit who'd fall apart at a word...

And he wasn't worried about her, really... ( Right this way for the Locke angstfest, with a side order of OMGWTF CUTE. )

Anyway, comments, criticisms?