Yuuri woke slowly, with a pounding headache and feeling desperately thirsty. She sat up slowly, a little disoriented, grabbing blindly for her glasses on the bedside table. She put them on, but that only served to make her head spin. When she looked down, she realized that she was not wearing her formal clothes anymore, but instead a large and soft t-shirt. Things were not looking good. She couldn't remember anything after running into Victor. Where was she?

She nearly screamed as someone came out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel. She couldn't help but let out a little eek! of surprise when she saw that it was a shirtless Victor. He was hotter in person than he was on all of her posters. Yuuri just stopped and stared.

He greeted her surprisingly cheerfully, with a wide smile.

"Good morning, Yuuri!"

She looked at him, not sure how to ask what she really needed to know. He seemed to understand her confusion, and smiled encouragingly.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your gender issues!"

She stared back, a little shocked that he was being so blunt.

"Wait, it doesn't bother you?" she blurted out.

Victor looked at her oddly.

"Why would it? You are a talented skater, no?"

Yuuri looked at him in disbelief. How could he be so calm about all of this? One person did not deserve to have everything going for him: skating skills, empathy, and he was somehow still peppy after last night. He had had far more to drink than she did. How could he seem not to feel the effects? Still, she really just needed to know if she had… done anything she couldn't remember and might regret later. There was an awkwardly long pause while she gathered up her courage.

"Um… why am I wearing your clothes?"

Victor looked at her and laughed a little bit.

"Obviously you couldn't sleep in a suit. After you passed out, I figured it was the right thing to do."

Yuuri wasn't really sure how to react to all of this. She didn't have any experience leaving after spending the night with someone (not that she had actually "spent the night" with Victor), and wasn't really sure what to do because Victor hadn't been anything but a gentleman. This would be a whole lot easier if he had done something wrong so she could slip away without issue.

In a move well-used by antisocial people everywhere, she casually nodded before picking up her phone and checking her messages. She was unsurprised to see several from Phichit. She had to scroll to get to the top of them, but she grew more and more embarrassed as she read through. He had sent her links and photos from some of the biggest news sites on the web, all buzzing about her, well… "inspiring performance," was probably the most G-rated way that they put it.

She clicked on one of the video clips, praying that this was just part of some messed-up dream, and that she would wake up in her hotel room alone. But the video kept playing and Yuuri couldn't look away from the spectacle that she was making of herself. Maybe it was better to have everyone talking about her pole performance instead of her poor skating performance, but Yuuri really wasn't sure which would be more embarrassing. When the video was finally, blissfully over, she returned to the rest of her messages. Phichit was worried that she hadn't been responding.

Smiling, she extended her phone and snapped a photo before sending it to him.

"I'm all set. Sorry I didn't reply sooner."

Her friend's reply was almost instantaneous.

"YOU HOOKED UP WITH VICTOR?"

Yuuri took a good look at the photo she had quickly sent, and noticed that Victor had popped into the frame while she was taking it. A shirtless Victor. In the background while she sat on a bed. Wearing clothes that were clearly not hers.

Yuuri rushed to do damage control but Phichit didn't seem to respond. The two of them both had idolized Victor (and, she admitted, still did). Phichit was the only person she knew with a collection of memorabilia that could rival her own. He'd get over it soon enough. It wasn't as if anything had actually happened between her and Victor. Not that she would've minded...

Banishing those thoughts, she got up from the bed and walked over to where her suit was laid out on the chair, picking it up and pausing, remembering Victor's presence before awkwardly heading into the bathroom. She dressed quickly before self-consciously trying to use some water to do something to fix her hair, before looking in the mirror and giving up. She slid her glasses back onto her face, and walked back into the room.

Yuuri was almost a little disappointed to find that Victor had gotten dressed while she did. She wasn't quite sure how to exit this situation, but made her way to the door, feeling very self-conscious. She cleared her throat a little bit.

"I'll just call a cab then?" she volunteered.

Victor looked confused.

"Wait, you mean that you are not staying at this hotel? I thought that all the skaters were since the event was being held here."

She gave him a flat look.

"Not all of the skaters are international superstars with multiple sponsorships either. This place is a five-star hotel. Costs way too much for an average person."

Victor looked pensive, turning to look at the rest of the room. Yuuri used this time to escape into the hallway, escaping into the elevator. She got a few odd looks as she ran through the lobby in a rumpled suit at 10 am, but she was able to hail a cab right outside the doors and avoid the scrutiny. She scrambled inside, eager to leave that night behind her. Just maybe not the morning.