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

[yokunaru]

[When Yuuri wakes up, he's greeted with a pounding headache, the likes of which he's never had before. Opening his eyes gets him an eyeful of cheerful sunlight that sends him whimpering back under the covers. He tries again a few minutes later, just managing to swing his legs over the side of the bed, wincing the whole time.

He freezes when he finally gets a good look at the room. This is...not his hotel room.

The shock is enough to temporarily push back the discomfort and make him jump to his feet. What happened? Where am I? he wonders, when he comes up empty handed after a quick search of the room for his belongings. One hand running through his hair as his panic steadily rises, Yuuri finally starts toward the door, intent on finding answers.]

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[wauuu]

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!

[yokunaru]

[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.

[wauuu]

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]

[yokunaru]

[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?

[wauuu]

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.

[yokunaru]

[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.]

[wauuu]

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.

[yokunaru]

[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.]

[wauuu]

Not at all! Embrace the attention while it lasts. Your charms are irresistible. [He should know, he took you home knowing he wouldn't get sex out of it, he just wanted to spend more time with the man]

[yokunaru]

I don't want the attention. [Yuuri says under his breath. At least not this kind.

He finally sips at the tea, mostly to keep himself distracted, though his eyes flicker over to Viktor with no little amount of puzzlement.]

[wauuu]

Nothing much to do about it now. I wouldn't let it haunt you, even I have more revealing photos out there. [He posted most of them himself, after he realized he liked taking sexy photos far more than he liked them being private]

[yokunaru]

[But you're Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri wants to point out. Of course people don't mind seeing pictures like that when he's the one in it. Yuuri on the other hand...]

I guess that's true. You don't really hide much. [Yuuri doesn't even look surprised or scandalized about the pictures. It's almost like he knows what kind of content Victor has on his instagram. Hmmmmm.]

[wauuu]

Good, we're even then. I quite like those photos of you. Not all of them are half naked. [He'll take his phone back and switch to a photo of the two of them, dancing and looking... really quite happy together.]

I haven't been dipped like that before. Swept me right off my feet!

[yokunaru]

[Knowing exactly how he and his father got when they had alcohol in them, Yuuri had expected something embarrassing like the pole dancing, in the end. This picture, though, makes him sit up and pay attention in a way the others didn't. It takes him by surprise, how happy Victor looks while dancing with him, and Yuuri can only stare down at the picture wonderingly.]

We danced together. [An unhappy feeling curls in his gut, making his brows crease in distress.] I...I don't remember any of this.

[He honestly wishes he did now, even if it meant remembering the rest of the things he did that night, too.]

[wauuu]

Such a shame! The dancing was wonderful, the most fun I've ever had at a banquet. [If Yuri was really that level of blacked out that early, he really relieved they didn't fool around]

Last night aside, how are feeling now? You're welcome to stay as long as you need.

[yokunaru]

You really had fun? [The distress seems to slowly seep away, a small, but genuine smile replacing it instead. Though Yuuri can see Victor's smile caught right on the screen, part of him still has trouble believing that he could have made Victor feel that way without hearing the affirmation.]

Ah, I'm feeling better now. [He finally tears his eyes away from the picture on the phone, and keeps them on Victor instead.] I shouldn't stay too long... [He's looking honestly regretful as he forces the words out.] Mr. Celestino and I have a flight to catch in the morning.

[Another pause, this one resigned.] Do you have a phone I can use to call him? He's probably wondering where I am.

[wauuu]

Of course. You wouldn't be home with me if I didn't. [he'll sip his tea-- a flight in "the morning", huh?]

This morning? You've definitely already missed a flight, it's 1 p.m.

[that flight and Celestino could very well be gone]

[yokunaru]

[His eyes widen in horror. Somehow, despite knowing the time of his flight, Yuuri hadn't made the connection until Victor pointed it out.]

I-- [He doesn't even want to consider what that could mean for him.] I should check the hotel. Mr. Celestino wouldn't just leave... [There's a note of uncertainty in his voice. It's not like he has any similar experiences to draw from, after all.]

[wauuu]

Do you remember the hotel? I didn't stay with the other skaters this year. [he has this place, after all. If Yuri can remember, Victor will be googling the name and giving them a call. Yuri shouldn't have to do it, he probably still had an awful headache]

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri tells him the name of the hotel, botching the pronunciation just a little, and then sits back and watches as Victor makes the call.

As he finishes the now lukewarm tea and fidgets, he tries not to let the nerves eat at him too much. Victor probably hadn't expected to be saddled with all this when he helped out last night, Yuuri thinks guiltily.

He perks up when Victor finally hangs up.]

What did they say?

[wauuu]

[The staff at the hotel dealt with international guests often, but it certainly speeds up to have a native Russian speaker doing the talking. It's most of the staff's first language in Sochi. There does seem to be something a bit wrong, judging from Victor's tone and expression. He'll eventually write a number down, thanking the person before hanging up.]

It's a very good thing I took you home, Yuri. Your hotel room ended up broken into that night. I have to call the police, apparently there's a missing person report for you. Celestino most have-- [he'll be dialing the number as he speaks, cutting off at a pick up, then rattling off in Russian, saying "Katsuki Yuri" quite clearly.]

[yokunaru]

What?! [Whatever Yuuri had been expecting--this is far worse. If a missing person's report has been filed, then that must mean his family should have been notified, as well.

With a sinking feeling in his chest, Yuuri gets out of the chair to stand beside Victor instead. Waiting, when he can't understand any of the conversation, is agonizing, but Victor is clearly better equipped to handle this than he is.]

[wauuu]

[Victor will chat with the person on the line, but eventually the conversation concludes and he'll hang up.]

The police need to stop by and confirm you're here, which means you're probably sticking around another few hours at the least. Your stuff was stolen except for a few sets of clothes, so you should probably get online and cancel your credit cards. [He'll tap his lips with a finger thoughtfully]

I don't know what to do about your ID and passport, though. [it might say something that Victor doesn't think to suggest "alerting your family", it wouldn't be a step on his list....]

[yokunaru]

[At this point, Yuuri can only nod and sink back into the chair. There's still a few things he'll have to take care of, but for a moment, he's going to take a deep breath and handle the police when they arrive.

The silver lining, if there is one, is that the shock of it all has virtually wiped away whatever anxiety he might have felt around Victor. For now, at least. Yuuri looks up and manages to smile at Victor tiredly.]

I'm sorry. [Some of the guilt bleeds into his expression.] I've just been causing trouble for you this whole time.

[wauuu]

Don't worry about it at all. I'm relieved I took you home, especially knowing about your hotel. [Yuri that drunk and prone, alone in a broken into room? Horrible. He won't even let the thought linger. He suddenly very much wants to draw the man's focus toward him, so he throws out that charming wink]

Besides, now I get to spend more time with you.