"Oiiii! Stupid old man! Where the fuck are you, huh?!" A loud voice resounded in the hotel room.

"Aahh..Yurio? Hahaha, I'm in the bathroom! Yakov sent you?" said old man replied, seemingly quite amused by the insult shouted by the young teenager.

"If you shitty old man would just hurry up, we won't be late! What are you, a woman? Hurry up, Viktor!" the teen, now known as Yurio replied.

"And my name's Yuri, not Yurio!" protested the teen when he realized that Viktor called him the stupid name again. 'Geez, I'm the one he knows personally yet I'm the one who gets my name replaced. Shitty old man!'"Hahaha! Sure! As lively as ever, Yurio!" disregarding the name correction, Viktor greeted the angry teen, finally emerging from the bathroom.

"I'm sure no one would mind if we were a little late!" He cheerfully added, only managing increase the ire felt by Yurio.

"Damn it, Viktor! Hurry the fuck up! I don't want to be scolded by Yakov because of you!" Yurio bursted out, fed up with the shit from Viktor.

"Hai, hai- You really need anger management lessons Yurio!" Viktor said, further angering said person that needs anger management. Thankfully, they left before Yurio exploded again in a tirade.

"Yakov! We're here!" greeted Viktor when their coach, Yakov Feltsman, came into view.

"Viktor! You're late! Come on, we need to go now. The banquet had already started!" Yakov exclaimed, clearly exasperated by his student.

"Yosh! Let's go!" Viktor cried out, leading them out of the hotel onto the street where a cab is waiting.

"Shut up! You don't get to say that when you are the reason we are late! Stupid Viktor!" and there goes Yurio's short temper again.

Merry sounds greeted Viktor and his group when they finally arrived at the banquet. Soft and pleasant classical music filled the room, giving it a sophisticated feel.

Looking around, Viktor found Chris and headed to him.

"Chris! Privet! Congratulations on winning bronze!" Viktor greeted Chris with a wave.

"Viktor, hello! Hahaha! Somehow, coming from you, it sounds sarcastic, Mr. Gold Medalist." Chris replied good-naturedly, returning Viktor's wave.

"Sorry, then! Chris, have you s-" Chris interrupted Viktor's question, already knowing it.

"Yes, she is here. I think she was near the fruit punches' table earlier."

"Thank you! I've been wanting to see her since she didn't attend my free skate and exhibition." Viktor said, turning away from Chris and searching the place for the familiar figure.

"Yes. We all know you're obssessed. How she does not know is a mystery..." Chris replied though Viktor did not seem to notice since his eyes locked onto the figure sitting at a table near the punch.Chris noticed this and chuckled.

"Ahhh...Love.."

Viktor swiftly traversed the sea of people on the floor. He was determined to finally talk to Yuuri after years of trying and lost opportunities. 'I really wanna hear her voice directed at me...'As he approaches, he noticed then that Yuuri's table was filled with numerous number of empty glasses, indicating the number of drinks she's had. Before he can reach her though, Yuuri stood up stumbling and headed for the DJ. 'She's drunk...' he thought. He followed after her, not knowing what else to do. Seeing her talking to them, he wondered, 'What are you up to, Yuuri?'His unspoken question was answered a moment later when an upbeat dance song replaced the previous classical music. Yuuri then headed to the dance floor.

Viktor wasn't the only one to notice the music change and though most seems fine with it, one person on the other hand did not appreciate it. Lo and behold, Viktor noticed Yuri Plisetsky headed for the drunk Yuuri stumbling to the dance floor.

"Oi! What the fuck's your problem huh!? Changing the music like that? You have a horrible taste you damn woman!" Yurio loudly exclaimed, not noticing or perhaps not caring that the said woman was drunk. 'Speak for yourself Yurio... You're the one confronting her so you're the one with the problem..'

Yurio stomped over to Yuuri, intending to berate her taste in music but as he neared her, she stumbled again, almost falling this time had it not been for Yurio standing near her.

"Oi- What the?!" Yurio began, only to exclaim in shock when Yuuri dragged him to the dance floor since he was conveniently in arms reach.

Hiccuping lightly(and cutely in Viktor's opinion) Yuuri tugged Yurio on despite loud protest. When they reached the middle, she turned abruptly, startling Yurio.

"Woman! What the hell is your problem!?" Yurio started to shout at her once he noticed that they stopped walking-dragging in his case.

"You, -hic- are Yuri -hic- Plishe -hic- tshky, -hichic- right?" Yuuri asked him drunkenly, still hiccuping.

"Haa!? What do you want, woman!?"

"Have a -hic- dancshe off -hic- with me!" she exclaimed loudly, beaming at him and garnering other's attention. 'A dance off...'From that seemingly simple and innocent declaration of intent from the top female skater Yuuri spiraled an uncontrollable, weird, hilarious-irritating! Yurio loudly proclaimed- banquet which somehow ended up with Viktor dancing a variety of pair dances with Yuuri.

"Viktor~~~ " Yuuri drunkenly purred in the middle of dipping Viktor. 'Something that would no doubt mortify her once she's sober'"Yes, Yuuri?" he answered questioningly.'So cute..'"Dosh Viktoru like me? Yuuri likes Viktor a loooot! Yuuri been a fan of Viktor for lotsa years~~" Yuuri childishly exclaimed while beaming at Viktor, her words slurring since her tongue is not being very cooperative in her drunken state. 'Bozhe moi!' Viktor exclaimed in his mind, blown by the adorkableness that is a drunk Yuuri. Or Yuuri in general.

"Of course I like you, my kobuta-chan!" he replied.

At that, Yuuri's face crumpled, looking very much near crying and making Viktor panic.

"Even Viktor thinks I'm fat..That means Yuuri is fat! A fatso!" Yuuri sobbed, looking so heartbroken.

"Ah! That's not what I meant! Piglets are very cute! Viktor likes piglets so don't cry okay?" Viktor very nearly stammered, flustered and worried that he hurt Yuuri.

"So Viktor doesn't think Yuuri is too fat?" Yuuri asked, looking up at Viktor with wide hopeful eyes.

"Yes, he doesn't. He thinks you're very cute." he assured Yuuri,inwardly thinking, 'can you die of cuteness?'And then Yuuri is again beaming up at him happily, her face getting closer- wait, What!?-*smooch*flash*