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"Y-Yuuri." Viktor groaned.

"A-ah," Yuuri managed to mutter, beads of sweat resting on the top of his head. "What is it?"
Viktor smiled. "Can I ask you something?"
"What," Yuuri replied, collapsing into the bed.

"Why the hell did you bring so many god damn bags for this trip?" Viktor questioned, his smile disappearing and began to glare at the younger male, who still held one of his luggages in his hands.

Awkward silence ceased in the room, only for it to cut short when Yuuri finally spoke. "Why do you c-care anyway," the younger male retorted.
"Because you made me carry half of them up those damn stairs back in the parking lot." The man retorted back, shooting daggers at Yuuri. "What will you even need half of these for?"
Yuuri sat up, sitting crisscross on his hotel bed. "I mean, what if something happens while we're here? You never know if our flight back could get delayed,"
The silver headed male sighed, rummaging through his luggage, only to pull out a black short sleeved v-neck and khaki shorts. "Well, I guess that's a you problem."
The response caused Yuuri to roll his eyes. Sassy much... The male thought to himself before looking back at Viktor, who was now putting away his clothes in one of the drawers in front of them, which held a flat screen TV on it.
The male only sighed, looking down at his legs. He took his phone out of his pocket, pulling up iMessage to let his sister know that he was in Las Vegas with Viktor. Mari quickly replied with a heart emoji and said "try not to have sex so early, mom would be disappointed".Yuuri rolled his eyes, but smiled at his sisters small amount of humor and texted back, "in your dreams, Mari".

"So, Yuuri," Viktor began, pulling his partner back into reality. "We've gotta register for the strip club by seven tonight, and more or less, in two hours."
Yuuri nodded, motioning for the man to continue on.
Viktor did so. " I'm gonna spend thirty minutes of that two hours to take a shower and so are you. Then, I'll  inform Yakov that we arrived an hour ago. And...." Viktor paused, a smirk forming on his face again, causing Yuuri to frown at the older man's behavior.
"What?" Yuuri asked, confused as to why Viktor grew silent. "What were you going to say?"
"Well," Viktor starts, pretentiously putting his finger to his chin, but his smirk still sitting on top of his face. "We're also going to need to figure out what both of us will be doing at this strip club.."

Yuuri went in shock for a moment, his once calm facial expression now turning into an anxious one.
"W-What.....d-do you mean by that?"
Viktor stopped what he was doing, just to turn to the male and sit on the younger male's bed, his eyes never once leaving Yuuri's.
"Yakov told us, well me specifically, that we would be given two specific jobs." Viktor paused for a moment, only to move closer to the younger male, who was still confused about what was occurring. "A stripper and a bartender."
"W-what?" The ravenette stuttered, every word that wanted to come out fumbling and hiding in his throat.
Viktor came closer to Yuuri, his hands resting on the bed, but both hands near the edge of his hips. "You heard me." Viktor smirked coyly at the male, who's face was burning red and was only a few inches away from Viktor's. "So chose, Kastuki. Which job do you want?"
Yuuri, could barely utter a word from his mouth. All he could do was blush in embarrassment at this man's moves and the fact that these things weren't the type to happen to Yuuri every so often. He also felt the anxiety hurl at him when he thought of these man's words. Yuuri was well aware of what a  stripper does. He knew that there would be a lot of people, some of them being weird and wanting weird things. He was also well aware of the probability of the chance of getting shot if another drug deal were to occur. However, he knew he would need the money for it. He knew that the money would be able to help his suffering mother, who he really wished would survive.
"Aw c'mon, Yuuri," Viktor sang into the male's heated up ear. "Are you scared?"
Yuuri slowly backed away from this man, earning a semi surprised look from him."N-no. I'm not,"
"So then choose," Viktor whispered, his blue eyes focused on the buttons on Yuri's shirt, but his mind somewhere else.
"Stripper," Yuuri replied to his partner, who smiled at the boys decision. "I-I want to be the stripper..."

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