[Pretty early, he said. The foreboding feeling gets stronger.]

Thanks. [Yuuri says quietly, automatically curling his hands around the cup, though he doesn't drink yet.]

I...I just remember arriving at the banquet. I wasn't going to go at first, but Mr. Celestino insisted. [A frown flits across his lips as he tries to sift through muddled memories.] I remember the champagne. [He closes his eyes, suddenly looking pained.] A lot of champagne.