Fifty eight
Dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen! Dancing queen, feel the beat-
Yuuri turned off the alarm, then scrolled through the playlists on his phone until he found that song. He put it on repeat, turned the volume on his phone up as loud as it would go, and left his room in nothing but his shorts and socks. His stocking feet slid across the glossy lobby floor as he sang at the top of his lungs, using the phone as a microphone.
The receptionist gasped. The guests who were always loitering by the front desk stopped and stared. Yuuri ignored them.
"You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life!" Yuuri spun in a circle and then did a triple axel. When he landed, he saw Victor through the glass double doors. In a flash, he barreled out onto the side walk, grabbed a flabbergasted Victor's arm, and pulled him into the lobby for a dance. "You're a teaser, you turn 'em on, leave 'em burning and then you're gone-"
"Yuuri, what are you-"
"You're in the mood for love!" Yuuri ignored Victor's confused protests and dipped him, then spun him out and swung him up into a superman lift.
"Yu-uri!" Victor's admonishment was broken by a bubble of laughter. Yuuri slid sideways and dramatically serenaded Victor. By the end of the verse, Victor had given up. He joined in, instead, and the two of them finished the song together.
"See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen! Dig in the dancing queeeeeeen!"