Ice skates and Burlesque Part one- @runesque
Viktor didn’t know why he agreed to do this. Oh wait. He didn’t. Chris and Mila had thrown him into a car, drove, and refused to give him any information. As far as Viktor was concerned, Mila and Chris had taken him hostage.
Chris was a regular here, at the club Yu-topia. How did Viktor know this? Because Chris would have his daily rants about this place. The bartender, Minako literally asked if Chris wanted the usual. Once the dancer on stage stepped off, a man replaced her. His back was to the audience, but even from here, Viktor could tell that this kid was muscular. The man tilted his head to the left to face them slightly. From the way the crowd was cheering, the man was named Eros.
What a clever name. The god of pleasure and love. Especially for a burlesque dancer at a club. Eros slipped off a glove with a small smirk. Meanwhile, Chris was already quite drunk and stuck a glass of frothing beer into Viktor’s hand.
“Take it … it’ll make your night better.” Chris slurred. Mila was somewhere, talking up men and drinking. Normally, Viktor was fine with drinking, but this? Right now he was in a club with horny men and women, and honestly, he wanted to get home safe. Viktor declined Chris’s offer and just grabbed a coke. He sipped it, watching Eros. Mila had now came towards Viktor, berating him for not going out and having fun.
“Viiktooor! Wwhy aren’t yooou ouut and daancinng wiiith thaaat Eeeeroos guuy?” Mila giggled, dragging her words. Viktor sat, and observed Eros. As more and more of his clothes disappeared, Viktor could very clearly see that Eros was very muscular, but lean. Eros was also quite handsome, but Viktor wasn’t here to find someone to spend the night with. Strangely, Mila and Chris hung right next to him for the entire performance, occasionally exchanging a few words with each other. Chris kept sticking alcohol into Viktor’s hands, and Viktor kept refusing to drink. Mila was hanging to him, completely dead drunk and muttering gibberish in his ear. Viktor pushed her off and was murmuring bloody murder. Mila and Chris would get a taste of his-as Yuri called them,- knife shoes.
Viktor wondered what he’d done to deserve this. Tomorrow was an exhibition, and apparently to ‘ease’ his nerves, Chris and Mila thought it appropriate to go to a club and get drunk like hell. Or they had something else planned, and Viktor had a plan to not stick around for that. But it’s kind of hard to move when you have two adults hanging on to you, refusing to budge. While a little alcohol is known to ease nerves, drinking and skating were quite dangerous. Chris and Mila didn’t realize the flaw in the plan. They kept trying to get Viktor very drunk.
But they didn’t realize that becoming dead drunk would give you one nasty hangover. Hungover and skating were not a good combination. As Viktor was buried in his thoughts, Eros noticed the one person that wasn’t watching him.
Very well. Was this a challenge, now? Eros smirked and made sure that his composure wasn’t slipping. It’s not easy to dance when drunk. Once he was done with his performance, he swiveled on his heel and pointed to that person that looked everywhere but him.
His friends were clapping his back, and that one. What was his name? Chris. He frequently actually came up here and performed alongside Eros. Chris handed a shot to Mystery Guy, who downed it in a gulp. But Mystery Guy finally noticed Eros pointing to him. He downed another shot, and pointed himself as in, ‘Me?’. Eros rolled his eyes and had a ‘come forth’ expression on his face. He beckoned with a finger, tilting his head towards the curtain. Once Eros had his back towards the audience, did he start to question what he just did. Mystery Guy had clambered up to the stage, and was walking towards Eros. Once Mystery Guy was close enough, Eros began to walk towards his boudoir. As he looked back, somehow Mystery Guy had gotten a bouquet of roses.
Once in safe distance from the crowds, Eros turned and leaned against the wall.
“So, Mystery Guy. What’s your name?” he asked, tilting his head. Mystery Guy was already getting flustered, Eros could just feel it.
“I’ll tell you mine when you tell me yours.” replied Mystery Guy curtly. Eros hid a small smirk and walked to the boudoir.
“My name is Eros. I told you my name. Now you tell me yours.” Eros specified. Mystery Guy wasn’t getting a name. Apparently frustrated, Mystery Guy gave in.
“My name is Viktor Nikiforov. Happy?” he huffed. Eros entered his boudoir, and called out.
As Eros slipped on a robe, Viktor came in. He observed the room, noting everything. Meanwhile, Eros seated himself on his stool near the vanity.
“By the way,” Viktor started. He’d noticed the lipsticks, Eros guessed. “You seem very fond of your lipstick collection.”
Eros gave him a look. “I’ve tried many types … but my favorite is ‘Russian Red’.” Viktor was very flustered. Eros continued.
“Smooth, sexy, with unbelievable endurance.” Oh yes. Viktor was definitely not at normal skin color levels.
“ … My lips are positively addicted.” Eros breathed, in a sultry tone. Somehow, Viktor was at the exact shade of ‘Russian Red’.
“Yes, a lovely shade just like that …” Eros mused.
“Umm … m-my fr-friends w-would be waiting for m-me . . ” Viktor stammered. Eros pouted.
“Why? I can call a taxi, don’t worry.”
“Well, my friends are dead drunk. I don’t want them crashing into any cars.” Viktor admitted sheepishly.
Eros groaned, and let Viktor go. Once he was out of earshot, Yuuri pulled out his phone and called Phichit.
He gave him a brief recollection of the night’s events. Phichit’s commentary worried Yuuri.
“OH MY GOD!? HE’S RUSSIAN?!” Yuuri shrieked. Oh stars. “OH GOD I WAS REALLY TALKING ABOUT THE LIPSTICK … OH GOD HE’S GONNA THINK THAT-”
“Yuuri, sweetie?” Phichit cut off.
“Yes?” Yuuri asked timidly.