Hold my drink

“How do you feel about going to a club next weekend,” Otabek asks. Yuri can already tell that this is something important, by how casually he says it. Either Otabek’s gotten more transparent over the years or living together has finally made Yuri an expert on reading him.

“Alright,” Yuri agrees and watches Otabek slump in relief. “Who’s playing at the venue?”

Otabek hands him the flyer, and Yuri barely has time to read the top before Otabek answers, “Me.”

Yuri grins.