hello future drunk spooky, here is a prompt: skating family playing beer pong. they wager their medals
sorry this took so long! i vastly overestimate how fast I’m able to write sometimes.
“after the party is the after party”
The after, after party for the 2017 European Figure Skating Championships is carefully cultivated chaos.
Ignition (Remix) blares through blown out speakers. Someone—Chris—acquired a whiteboard from mysterious sources. All Victor knew was that Chris had returned with a whiteboard, a long skinny folding table, more plastic solo cups than a party supply store, three rubber ducks in various states of decay, a wizards hat, and arms laced with garters and glitter.
(The whiteboard was a much bigger surprise than the garters and glitter. He’s positive Chris packed those in his carry-on. No one was brave enough to ask about the ducks. Yuuri had slapped a hand over Victor’s mouth and kept it there even when Victor licked it.)
(It’s not like he wasn’t used to Victor’s saliva.)
Chris writes down sixteen names on slips of paper and stuffs them into the hat, picking teams of two at random. Victor and Phichit both pout when they’re paired with someone other than Yuuri.
Phichit’s caught between glee and frustration. “This is gonna be a blood bath.”
The team names appear from a mysterious source.
(Phichit fools no one.)
Round 1: Elimination
Match 1: Emil and Michele (Comedy and Tragedy) versus JJ and Isabella (Team JJ Style)
J.J. makes the sign of the cross then misses three trick shots.
Isabella takes out half of Emil and Michele’s rack.
Michele sighs in relief and returns to his life’s goal of usurping Sara’s shadow. Emil follows.
Winner: Team JJ Style
Match 2: Leo and Guang-Hong (Team Kitten Video) versus Phichit and Chris (Team #clapback)
“Calling a behind the back shot,” Phichit says, not bothering to look up from his phone before tossing the ball, and pressing record on his phone. It lands neatly in the cup at the tip of the pyramid. He uploads it to Instagram.
Leo and Guang-Hong go down easy.
(Neither seems very upset.)
Winner: Team #clapback
Match 3: Yurio and Victor (The Kitten and the Crone) versus Georgi and Seung-Gil (Team E.mo.tion)
(Victor cries foul at the team names.
“I am not a crone,” he sniffs, “and I resent the fact anyone thinks there’s a bigger Carly Rae stan than me.”
Yuuri pats Victor’s shoulder, not even bothering to stifle his laugher.
Yurio turns and glares at him, “you did this to yourself, Katsudon.”)
Victor’s luck doesn’t turn once the round starts. Yurio makes two out of his first three shots. Victor misses all but one.
“You can drink all the beer, since it’s the only thing you’re good at.”
“Excuse me, I have excellent hand eye coordination.” Victor sniffs. His eyes are glued to Yuuri, engaged in a conversation with Sara on the other side of the room, Michele hovering just behind.
On the other side of the table, Seung-Gil and Georgi have already started drinking. Georgi’s sobbing into his beer, Seung-Gil is staring at Phichit.
“Tell that to half the street lights in Saint Petersburg.” Yurio snarls, snapping a finger in front of Victor’s face, “Yakov should have sent you to obedience school instead of Makkachin.”
“Oh for fucks sake,” Yurio grabs a ping pong ball and tosses it towards the Georgi and Seung-Gil’s rack. He sinks it.
Winner: The Kitten and the Crone
Match 4: Yuuri and Otabek (The Odd Couple) versus Mila and Sara (Team Wonder Woman)
“We haven’t even gotten a shot in,” Mila says, eyebrow raised. Yuuri’s already cleared half their rack.
Victor wraps his arms around Yuuri’s waist from behind and Yuuri fumbles the ball into the cup in front of him.
“Really?” Yuuri sighs, then drinks it.
“We might have to give you a handicap,” Chris says, idling at the side of he table.
“He already has one,” Yurio says, “It’s called Victor Nikiforov.”
Winner: The Odd Couple
Round 2: Semi-Finals
Match 1: The Kitten and the Crone versus Team #clapback
“God you’re useless,” Victor’s on his second beer of this round. He’d have drunk more but Yurio had taken two for himself.
(“I’m paired with Victor. I’ve earned it.”)
They’re through to the championship round of the first annual European Figure Skating Championship Beer Pong Tournament.
“I am a champion,” Victor sniffs.
“Champion loser,” Yurio misses. He angrily sips his beer though the silly straw Victor had slipped into his drink when he wasn’t looking.
(He’d growled but still used it.)
“That doesn’t make any sense, Yurio. I know English isn’t your first language, but I’m pretty sure those are opposites,” Victor’s grin is insufferably smug.
“What doesn’t make any sense is how you’re so awful at beer pong. Where the fuck is all of your coordination?”
Victor taps his lips in thought, “must have used all of it on my quads.”
“Oh my god will you just take the next shot already?” Chris asks, twirling a garter around his fingers.
Victor takes it and misses.
“I call foul, Giacometti,” Yurio snarls, crushing the cup in his fist. Beer splashes everywhere.
“Oh, really,” Chris flutters his eyelashes. Yurio is unmoved. “Care to make this interesting then? Raise the stakes a little since your already so invested.”
“Tournament winner gets gold,” Chris looks at Victor, pointedly, “all of the golds.”
“I didn’t agree to this,” Victor protests.
They ignore him.
The match is tense, stretching into two rounds over sudden death overtime.
Yurio hangs onto their medals.
(With no help from Victor.)
Winner: The Kitten and The Crone
Match 2: Team JJstyle versus The Odd Couple
Otabek sinks two consecutive shots, one of them while Yuuri’s taking off his pants to tie them around his shoulders like a cape.
Victor’s been forcibly removed from Yuuri’s side and he’s pouting against a wall—which is as close as Otabek will let him get.
(Team JJstyle is still arguing for Victor as a handicap. Yurio wants to see JJ lose bad enough he actually argues against it.)
“What the fuck Beka, how are you so good at beer pong?” Yurio asks
“I used to train with JJ,” Otabek shrugs, “someone had to protect him before Isabella.”
To Otabek’s left, Yuuri makes three consecutive trick shots, pants-cape fluttering majestically behind him.
Otabek shoots him a deadpan thumbs up with Victor completes his transformation into the heart eyes emoji.
“I love you him even more now,” Victor stage whispers, fooling no one.
“He’s the enemy, asshole.”
“I’m so gay for him.”
“Literally no one was questioning that.”
Winner: The Odd Couple
Championship Round: The Odd Couple vs The Kitten and The Crone.
“You’re going down, Katsudon,” Yurio’s fingers are primed for action, even though Otabek and Yuuri won the garter toss for first shot.
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Victor slurs, eyes, tracking up Yuuri’s body to pause at his thighs.
“How the fuck am I the one who ended up with a handicap?”
“Luck of the draw,” Phichit chirps from his perch at by center of the table, sweeping his phone to take a panorama shot of the carnage.
“It was rigged,” Yurio mutters, as Yuuri sinks two shots, while Otabek makes his first and misses his second.
“Yuuri was really popular at parties in Detroit,” Phichit confides, “really really popular.” Victor face shifts to a bewildered blend of furious and horny.
“Way too much information,” Yurio fumes.
“Re-rack! Give us a….pyramid” Yuuri yells far louder than necessary. Victor sloshes beer all over the place in his haste to comply.
Yurio makes his shots, drunk on beer, adrenaline, and pettiness. Victor—miraculously—only misses one of his, leaving them tied.
“Don’t fuck this up, idiot.”
“So cruel! I am offended, Yurio. Who knows if I’ll ever recover,” Victor cries.
Yurio ignores him, “Re-rack. Same formation.”
Otabek re-arranges the cups.
Yurio, giddy as he ever gets, almost thinks he and the idiot can pull out a victory when Yuuri and Otabek each make both of their shots, get their balls back, and sink the last three before Victor and Yurio even have a chance.
Otabek just shrugs.
Victor is frozen as Yuuri stalks over, deliberate sway in his step, predator honing in on his prey. He slides up to Victor’s front, grabs the loose ends of his now un-tied tie good, and reels Victor in like the catch of the day.
A flush blooms across the tops of Victor’s cheekbones. Yuuri’s breath hits the side of Victor’s face, “now you have to marry me asshole. It’s…in the vows,” he slurs, “what’s yours is mine. Gimme all your gold.”
Victor shivers as Yuuri leans in to start pressing wet kisses against the side of his neck.
“Does anyone know a twenty four hour chapel in Ostrava?”
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