He was sitting quietly on one of wooden the chairs by the bar counter.
This was supposedly a welcome party for the four who got accepted to the team - him, Phichit, a stern and quiet man named Otabek and the Russian Yuri.
They rented a bar just for it, and all of this was happening under Yakov Feltsman's, their coach, nose.
"Give me more please," Yuuri's voice slurred as he shakily handed his shot glass to the bartender. This was his fourth shot of the cocktail and for some reason, the world is already tilting already. He gets drunk that easily.
The young bartender poured the drink in his glass and he drank it quickly in one go.
Yuuri looked at them through his peripheral vision. Phichit was taking selfies with the girl named Mila - an equally cheerful girl who was the champion of the Junior Nationals. The blond Russian was sitting with Otabek, and both are talking about something that he couldn't hear because of the loud disco music and noises.
The bar was almost chaotic and everyone's doing their own business. Georgi and his girlfriend were already making out, and it seems that Chris had already left with his boyfriend, and heaven knew where they went.
"Hey, enjoying everything?" someone patted his shoulder and he quickly looked up to see their team captain smirking. His face was also red with alcohol.
"Did I tell you that you're very handsome?" Yuuri didn't answer his question.
Alcohol was clouding his mind that badly, he doubted that this was only alcohol. There was definitely something else there - drugs.
"I already knew that." Viktor smirked. Yuuri stood up and smirked and neared his face to him that their noses were already touching. Viktor didn't inch away, instead, he brushed his fingers through his black hair, pushing his bangs back. He could now see his dark hazel eyes better.
"You were so beautiful on the ice, did you know that? I could bet that..." Viktor whispered lowly to his ear, his warm breath brushing through Yuuri's neck.
That flipped his switch. Yuuri dragged him to the restroom. It was a single stall. Luckily, no one's here yet.
He didn't close the door and just pushed the taller man against the wall to kiss him harder than he meant to. Viktor didn't push him away, instead, they vie for dominance in each other's mouth.
A low growl escaped the Russian's throat as the brunet was grinding his hips against his own, and soon enough, they needed to part away for air.
"That was amazing," Yuuri licked his lips.
"You're amazing," Viktor breathed out.
"And I need you two to get out," a different voice snapped out from the doorway.
They looked over to see the young, blonde Russian crossing his arms. He grimaced when they looked at him.
"You guys are disgusting," he spat the last word out like poison.
"I need to use the comfort room. Just get a different room already, idiots."