mixingbowl | Took a wrong turn somewhere (or is it right?)

[Up he goes, clinging to Victor's arm to steady himself. With Victor just slightly more decent now, Yuuri finds it a little easier to breathe, though the furious blush doesn't fade at all.]

It's you. [He stares up at Victor, bewildered. It's barely a whisper, but at least he's managing to get the words out.] What are you doing here?

Be a little strange if I wasn't here. [There's a soft laugh that he can't help. That look, that question, quite precious...]

It is my house.

[Rather than clearing things up for Yuuri, it only seems to confuse him more. He's in Victor's house, shouldn't he be more excited? And yet, all Yuuri can think about is how a huge chunk of yesterday night's memories is missing. Yuuri has no idea what happened after arriving at the banquet with Celetino, but it'd apparently led him to Victor's house.]

Your house? Then... what am I doing here? [He asks tentatively, as if he's afraid to hear the answer.]

You came back with me, after the banquet. Do you want a shower? Some fresh clothes?

I....I did? [Yuuri can't imagine why he would have agreed, when he was still feeling crushed over his terrible performance. Thinking about this only worsens his headache, which gleefully reminds him it's still there with a painful throb.]

Shower and clothes would be great. [Remembering that he's only dressed in his briefs and socks, Yuuri blushes and decides to figure out the rest once he's decent again. Although....there's something bothering him about all this. His state of undress, Victor's lack of clothes, being in Victor's home--it hits him in a second.

No way. Yuuri's eyes widen even as he squeaks out] Did...did we...?

[Being neither stupid nor blind, Victor knows what this looks like.]

Have sex? No, no, you were far too drunk. [He's not that kind of guy, no matter how cute and sexy he found his sloppy drunk dream man.]

[His face heats up again--at this rate it's just going to stay this way permanently. He's a little shocked by how straightforward Victor is about all this, but he supposes being presented with a clear cut answer is better than the alternative. Relief worms itself into his chest. Whatever happened last night, at least he hadn't made a fool of himself in front of his idol--or so he hopes. Things always get a little dicey with him when there's alcohol involved.]

Thank you for bringing me back here, then. [Yuuri murmurs. It's still so surreal to him, but he is grateful that Victor was apparently looking out for him.]

I, um... [He glances up at Victor, trying to push back the rising mortification at what he has to ask, and failing miserably.] Might have to borrow something to wear until I can get my things from the hotel. [The words rush out in one breath, probably just a little incomprehensible. After everything, it's too much to hope that Victor managed to collect his belongings before they left.]

You very much wanted to come home with me. [he'll wink, but leave it there, gesturing Yuri passed him to the bathroom he'd left.]

The shower should still be warm, so go right a head. I'll get you some clothes and leave them on the bed for you. Towels are clear, cabinets have aspirin somewhere, feel free to rummage around. [he doesn't keep anything personal around his vacation home and it... really showed. It may as well be a hotel, for how unlived in it felt.]

[Yuuri sputters. Is there steam rising off his face? It sure feels like it. For the second time this morning, he prays that he didn't say anything too embarrassing to Victor while he had too much drink in him.]

Thanks. [He says too quickly and then practically throws himself into the bathroom to escape.

When he emerges some time later, he feels much more human. The painkillers are kicking in, making the headache much more bearable, and most of his skin's covered again. Victor's shirt hangs a little loosely on him, but there's no helping that at the moment. As Yuuri tugs absently at the hem, he takes in the house with clearer eyes.

Victor's been nothing but kind to him so far--if a little more teasing than Yuuri would have expected--but the house feels...empty somehow. It makes Yuuri frown slightly as he examines the mostly bare walls.]

[Victor left out underwear, socks, a pair of rather clingy yoga pants that were a tad too long, and a v-neck shirt. All very comfortable and casual and clean, perhaps even slightly warm like they'd popped out of the dryer recently.

Victor isn't in the room after, he's gotten dressed himself and is out in the kitchen. The room Yuri was in was large, but doesn't really compare to the rest of the house it opens out into. If he hears the door open, he'll look over his shoulder a wave from the stove, he's put on some tea so it smells quite nice.]

Hi. [It takes a second for Yuuri to get his mouth to work. This whole thing is just so surreal and domestic, he's having a hard time wrapping his head around it.]

Thanks for all of this.

[Shyly, he waves a hand at himself, indicating the clothes.] Um, did you see my phone anywhere? I should call Mr. Celestino and let him know where I am.

Not a problem, sit down, tea is almost ready. [he'll point to his counter, where there was a phone with basically no screen.]

You threw your phone across the room last night and it shattered.

[That...is not the answer he was expecting. Yuuri gapes at him, thinking he must have heard wrong.]

I did what?

[Victor just blinks at him, tea beginning to whistle behind him. He'll turn and grab it, pouring them both cups full as he answers]

It fell out of your pocket and when someone tried to hand it back, you just threw it!

Rather gleefully I might add. [but with literally no explanation]

[He sinks down into a chair, covering his face with his hands.] So much for calling my coach.

[He's also starting to get the feeling the rest of the night wasn't much better for his dignity. For one, he doesn't remember anything past the second flute of champagne and that's a bad sign. Yuuri peeks up at Victor through his fingers.]

Was I really that drunk?

You don't remember that at all? That was pretty early. [he looks concerned, but goes about his little tea preparation. He gets a fresh lemon from the fridge and finds a knife, cutting it into fours, squeezing one into Yuri's cup. After that he'll grab some honey and put that in, stirring it with a delicate teaspoon before sliding it to Yuri]

What can you remember?

[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.

You drank a lot! Do you remember talking to me? You were pretty drunk by then. [he'll get his own tea together]

You wandered up and I think you meant to introduce yourself, but instead you just said "I'm going to talk to Victor Nikiforov".

Which I thought was quite funny!

[Yuuri immediately pales. Logically, he knows he and Victor must have talked if he ended up here, but thinking of how ridiculous he must have been makes embarrassment flood through him again.]

I'm so sorry. [The words tumble out in a hurry.] I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble.

It was a lot of fun, honestly! Those banquets are usually do tedious. Not sure why the venue had a stripper pole, but it got used. [Hahahaa]

[Yuuri, just about to lift the cup to his lips, chokes and nearly drops it in his shock.]

S-stripper pole?!

[Oh god, he's not joking, is he. Yuuri clutches at his cup like a lifeline. Whispering--] How many people saw?

How many people saw? Or how many people took pictures? [He'll fish his phone from his pocket, pull up the photos of Chris and Yuri on the pole, and slide it over like he's presenting evidence at court.]

You really showed up Chris. Well, in my opinion. There's already a debate sparked.

[Something like a whine escapes him as soon as he gets a good look at the photos. It's even worse than he thought it could ever be.

Yuuri pushes the cup away and drops his head onto his folded arms, unable to even scroll through the rest of the incriminating photos.]

I'm never going out in public again.

[He's also never touching alcohol again, if this is what happens.]

Is that an application to my in-house maid? [He laughs, hoping Yuri knew he was kidding]

Don't worry about it, a scandal is more honestly a "career boost". Especially if you look good scandalized.

[The color comes rushing back to his cheeks, contrasting spectacularly with the paleness it had taken on just a few minutes ago. Yuuri practically springs to sit upright again in his chair, waving his hands in front of him in a panic.]

N-no! I wasn't--that's--! [The sputtering trails off when Yuuri realizes Victor was just joking.

There's an awkward pause.]

You really think this isn't a big deal? [One, it's a desperate attempt to change the subject. Two, he figures if anyone knows the answer, it's Victor, who's been in the spotlight for a long time now.]

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