Yuuri pulled his friend aside "Are you crazy??You think you can beat a Russian at a drinking game?! He probably puts vodka in his cereal!!"

Phichit laughed " Psh come on I can beat him, trust me my drinking skills have improved since you last saw me, I can take him."
Yuuri tolled his eyes." Alright but if you get alcohol poisoning then dont blame me.

- - -

Phichit took out two bottles of sky vodka and a bottle of jack Daniels. Victor glared at the giant bottle of vodka. " Somehow this feels racist..."
Phichit ignored him, "Here are the rules! No chasers, no water, no vomiting, no sipping, no fainting. First one to break any rules is the loser!" 
Yuuri looked worried now for his friends health, "hey guys I dont think that's a good idea you could get hurt-" "BEGIN" Phichit interrupted and took his first shot like it was nothing. Victor followed quickly and slugged two at once. 

Yuuri watched helplessly as his friends took shots like madmen. He knew they would regret this in the morning.

"Hahaahhahaha that all you got Victor??" Phichit said  as he took the bottle of jack Daniels and took a big slug from it straight. 

"just getting started!!!" Victor boomed as he grabbed the bottle from Phichit's  hand. "This is nothing!" He yelled like a warrior cry before tipping his head back and began chugging the bottle of liquor. 

"Holy fuck stop it you're going to actually die! You idiot!"  The Japanese man yelled in panic while Phichit chanted "chug" with a fist in the air too drunk to care. Victor stopped drinking and flipped his head back up, giggled and  said " my name is Victor not chug..." the two men fell over and started laughing like they had never heard a better joke before in their lives.

Yuuri sighed and took began collecting the liquor from the to men to cut them off, they noticed after he took the last bottle. "Oh hah .. Yuuri, Ar you gunna try??"
"No no no I'm just putting this away before you two hurt yourselves."  He replied matter of factly.

"No! We aren't dun yet!" Phichit whined and grabbed a bottle from his friend. "Phichit! Hand it over, you can't drink anymore you'll seriously get hurt." 

"I'll give you da bottle but only if ya drink too. I promise we won't drank any more if you havww jussstt a little."

Victor sat up "yeea Yuurii!!" He encouraged.
"Nope, no way not happening."
Victor and Phichit looked down in sadness, jutting out their lips in pout.

Yuuri signed in defeat and took a seat across from them. "Ugh fine, hand it over.
"yaaaaay!!!" They cheered simultaneously, perking up in a millisecond.

"THIS IS GONNA BE AWSOME."

- - -

127 minutes and a half a bottle of vodka later the three stupid fucking drunk idiots were out cold. The events of the night waiting patiently for morning, to bite them in their 3 well-sculpted asses. Ah what a joy it is to be young.

- - -

The first sleeping beauty to wake up from a sour kiss of hangover was Phichit. He was sprawled upside down on the coffee table wearing nothing but a turquoise robe and a pink feather boa. "Uuuuuuhhhhggg my head" He whined quietly. "Where am I?".
He looked up to see Yuuri laying down on top of some weird old gray haired guy. "The f- the fuck is he doing? 

Phichit sat up and winced at the pounding of his head. His vision went blurry and he reached for a water bottle on the table and took  a chug . "Ahh that feels great." He mumbled to himself, as he tried to remember what happened the night prior.

Upon further observation the old guy was in fact the handsome celebrity that's staying at Yuuri's family inn. What was his name again? Ohh yeah.... Victor.

Yuuri was directly on top of Victors torso with the man's head tucked tightly into his chest.

Phichit began to feel a bit better and he stood up to further inspect his friends.  He snickered to himself as he saw his classical 'Overly detailed penis doodle' in black sharpie on Yuuri's face. 

"Hey guys! Get up!" Phichit poked and proudly until his friend finally began to stir.  Slowly Yuuri lifted his head and sat up with a little difficulty. "Ow... my forehead is killing me"  Yuuri complained.

Phichit giggled and noticed that Victor began to wake as well, Yuuri was still in too much pain to really take notice or care at all.

Victor rolled over, clutching his head and mumbling in Russian. " ah Victor you're awake too! Good." Phichit smiled and Victor did his best to greet him back but failed miserably.
The Russian man pulled his hands down from his face and Phichit's eyes widened in shock. "W-w-w-" he pointed a finger to Yuuri then to Victor, then back to Yuuri. "What the fuck??"

Phichit grabbed his best friends hand and dragged him to the bathroom, loudly slamming the door behind them. Completely ignoring his hangover.  "YOU DIDNT TELL ME HE WAS YOUR SOULMATE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YUURI??"
Yuuri looked just as confused and shocked as Phichit. "Who,, soulmate?? What are you talking about??"

"What do you mean what am I talking about??Im talking about Victor!!"

Yeet, what's good my dudes? Heya look I'm finally part way sorta not really starting to get my shit together. (Jk I think McDonald's rejected my job application and I'm messed up about it, like if a greasy fast food chain doesn't want me I'm never gonna get a job.

-Coffee&desperation