Chapter two: #Canada Nice
The bar was crowded.
Viktor frowned, squinting as he searched. The venue was dimly lit, and the music flowing through the establishment made it increasingly difficult to focus. Really, it wasn't as if he didn't trust Yuri, he just trusted Chris more. Well, trusted in his sex drive, that is… The man simply enjoyed uncomplicated pleasure wherever he could find it.
The frown deepened. If that light creeping blush on Yuri's face in the picture was of any indication, than the dark haired skater had had far too much to drink already, and Viktor knew first hand what sort of trouble his little Katsudon could get into while intoxicated, especially if egged on by the most erotic skater in competition. At best, the two of them would find somewhere to crash for the night and one little skater would get the scolding of a lifetime. At worst…
Viktor cringed, instantly regretting his nap all over again.
"Saw my post, eh?"
Viktor spun, coming face to face with the one and only, self-proclaimed King of Figure Skating.
"Where is he?"
Jean-Jacques Leroy beamed down at his one time rival, his fiancee clutching possessively to his arm as a swarm of women began to take notice of the confrontation.
"Cutting straight to the chase, eh?" J.J. laughed obnoxiously, taking obvious pleasure in the leverage he had over the Russian skater. J.J. pulled away from the throng, stopping within a hand-span away from Viktor. He nodded his head slightly off to the left, eyes locked. "You know how Chris gets. For the pipsqueak's sake, you might want to do something soon."
Again, Viktor was off without a second thought.