He didn't think to find out until Yuuri asked. He moved through the pamphlet in the hotel room until he got an address. He sent it as a message. He really didn't necessarily want to be texting Yuuri for help. But, to be honest, most of the other competitors weren't really friendly with him (or he wasn't friendly with them).
The address sent back to Yuuri. He started to go through the evening and the series of events. He didn't remember much of it - and he didn't know how he had gotten here. He thinks someone he was drinking with called a cab for him. He vaguely remembered getting in one.
The name of the hotel was the same as the one he was staying at. But it was on the opposite side of the city.
That... well, seemed to make sense. He guessed.
Isabella was back at his hotel room he actually had, too> he was sure to send her a message. Letting her know that he was, in fact, okay.
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The address sent back to Yuuri. He started to go through the evening and the series of events. He didn't remember much of it - and he didn't know how he had gotten here. He thinks someone he was drinking with called a cab for him. He vaguely remembered getting in one.
The name of the hotel was the same as the one he was staying at. But it was on the opposite side of the city.
That... well, seemed to make sense. He guessed.
Isabella was back at his hotel room he actually had, too> he was sure to send her a message. Letting her know that he was, in fact, okay.