Hooter's was roaring that night. Raucous laughter and loud music filled their ears from every side as they sat around the table. Pichit snapped away as young women in teensy orange shorts and tight white tees flitted around them, secretly hoping for a chance to be on camera. One particularly desperate girl did a sensual flip over their tabletop before slinking away and winking at Viktor.

"Work it, girl," Christophe winked. Yuuri immediately eyed Viktor who just gave an appreciative nod in response.

"Attention whores." Yuri rolled his eyes in disgust. "Some people will do anything to be on TV," he complained to Otabek, leering directly into Camera B.

Pichit laughed, finally ending the recording on his phone before nudging his best friend. "Kind of reminds you of the old days, huh, Yuuri?"

Yuuri made a face at Pichit that lingered somewhere between panic and murderous intent.


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"Oh my God…" Yuuri whispered tremulously, fingernails digging into the upholstery of the confession room chair. "If Pichit reveals my dreaded secret I'll just FUCKING DIE!"


"The old days?" Viktor frowned.

"WAITER!" Yuuri called, suddenly anxious for his food.

A short girl with chestnut hair and large round green frames hurried over, boobs bouncing merrily.

"Ready to order?!" she asked in a bubbly tone, pulling a small clipboard from her waistband.

Otabek cleared his throat. "I actually haven't deci—"

"Yes!" Yuuri nodded rapidly before grabbing up the menu that he hadn't actually done as much as peek at yet. "Ah… Viktor?"

Still frowning at Yuuri's odd behavior, Viktor turned to the menu. "Sure... I'll have…"

They went around ordering one by one, Otabek going second to last and ending on Yuri.

The waitress cooed. "You look so adorable in your animal suit!"

"Bitch!" Yuri immediately snapped from beneath the hood, paws clenched. "It's a tiger skin!"

Most of the table gasped.

"Well!" The waitress put her hands on her hips, obviously offended.

"Yurio!" Viktor reprimanded him. "That was so rude! Apologize!"

Yurio scoffed.

"So sorry!" Yuuri clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly to the waitress.

"I'm not apologizing to that bitch."

Yuuri sighed, dizzy from bowing. "Yurio, listen to your father."

The table grew silent, each of its occupants shooting Yuuri a confused look.

Yuuri's eye twitched. "Wh- what?!" High pitched laughter. "Did I say father?... Cause Viktor's not... And I'm definitely not... I don't know what… That's crazy! HAHA!" Squirming uncomfortably, he turned to the waitress on the verge of tears. "How's the food coming along?"

"I'm not done taking the order yet," she responded, now also eying him suspiciously.

Yuuri sank down the back of his chair and out of view.

Chris did a slow blink. "Wow."


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"I don't get it," Chris shrugged, settling back into the red plush with crossed arms. "He's sexy on the ice, but obviously a total head case." He grinned. "If you ask me, Viktor needs a man who knows how to keep the crazy in the bedroom." He winked.


"I want a beer!" Yuri banged on the table as a random waitress strolled past.

"Aren't you like 15?" Pichit asked.

"Go fuck a hamster," Yuri retorted and Pichit began recording for evidence. "Two Buds for me and Otabek!"

"Yurio, the legal drinking age here is even higher than in Russia," Viktor explained with a grin. "21."

"Fuck!"

"Nice try though!"

"Here we are!" Their original waitress suddenly announced, a large plate steaming with chicken wings, oysters, salad and drinks resting on her shoulders. She sat the plates down and distributed a white russian to Christophe— much to Yurio's dismay. Finally she turned to Viktor and Yuuri.

"Now boys…" she started. "We only had one cream soda in the back and no fountains for it." She sat the light brown bottle down on the table between them. "So who wants to order something else?"

"I will!" Viktor smiled and slid the bottle toward Yuuri. "I actually rather-"

Yuuri immediately rose from his slump. "Are you kidding? No way!" He waved his hands. "Viktor, you can have it!"

"But Yuuri," Viktor frowned. "I changed my m—"

"Viktor." Yuuri clenched his fists, intensity shooting to 100. "I insist you drink this bottle of cream soda. You've never had cream soda before! You don't know what it's like!"

Yuri snorted on his chocolate milk from the other end of the table.

"Actually I have— "

"Viktor NO!" Yuuri threw himself forward, taking Viktor by the shoulders. "This is important."

"Yuuri please…"

"You sat beside me," Yuuri stared soulfully into his eyes, expression solemn as the grave. "And you said you wanted cream soda. I heard you."

"I know, but—"

"What kind of person would I be— what kind of monster— if I didn't relinquish this cream soda to you?!" he demanded, cheeks reddening. "Is that any way to show my love?!"

"Yuuri!" The whites of Viktor's eyes expanded.

"Viktor?" Yuuri lowered his eyes, glistening, trembling.

"Yes?"

"Drink the cream soda."

"Okay." Viktor slowly reached over to take the cream soda and Yuuri smiled.

"Wow." The waitress blinked, bewildered, at Yuuri. "… So you're good with water then?"


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Yuuri sighed in relief, his hand on his chest. "Crisis averted."


Chris and Viktor had left the rest of the crowd to chat at the bar. Or rather Viktor had walked to the bar to order a few drinks and Chris had taken the first opportunity to get him alone.

"So…" Chris started the second drink in. "That was weird, huh?"

Viktor stirred his vodka martini with a tiny straw, thoughts floating elsewhere. "Weird?"

Chris frowned, leaning one arm onto the bar. "The whole cream soda freak out?"

"Oh yeah," Viktor suddenly grinned, turning his back to the bar so that he was facing their group at the table. "He's so cute, right?!" He waved excitedly to Yuuri who gave him a small grin and a shy wave in return.

Chris's frown deepened, fingers closing snugly around his third white russian. "You don't think it was a little…"

"Adorable?!" Viktor gushed.

"… I was going to say manic."

"Manically hot?" Viktor asked, tapping a finger to his lips, a blush on his cheeks. "I'm so turned on right now." He downed the martini in a single gulp. "I'm gonna take my clothes off!" he cheered, wriggling out of his navy blue peacoat and bounding toward the table.

"Viktor!" Yuuri could be heard screeching from the table. "Not again!"

Chris gave a low grunting noise, his brow wrinkling as Pichit climbed upon the table for the best camera angle and Yuri attempted to smash Otabek's platter over Viktor's head.


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Chris stared at the camera for a long while with a petty sneer to rival all petty sneers. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."


Author's Note: Keep voting! And feel free to suggest reality show ideas/games/ etc. Thanks! I hope Yuuri wasn't TOO extra this chapter. I just watched the dub with my friend and dub Yuuri is far more dramatic. Probably influenced me. But it's great for a reality show parody AU! Everyone is supposed to be wackier here anyway.