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JJ - from time to time - made very poor decisions. He wouldn't admit it, but it was due to in part to his age. Still a teenager by all technicalities, and immature for his age, these choices typically were quite harmless. This was a time where they were not. JJ barely remembered what happened halfway through the night. He had one shot, two shot, three shot, four... shots. That's when he stopped remembering things. He was a young person, enjoying a trip abroad, and making terrible decisions.

Indeed, not every decision made at happy hour was a good one.

None of them seemed to be this time.

When he woke up with a pounding headache, he was somewhere unfamiliar. A hotel it looked like. He moved about the room for his belongings. He gathered up his clothes, got dressed, and looked around for his phone. It was getting close to dead. He didn't know where he was exactly.

He didn't want to ask for help, either. He was above that.

But - since he had offered - he opted to text someone who he knew would help him - Yuuri Katsuki. He shared minimal details.

Strange hotel. You offered help. Don't say a thing.

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"You call him Kitten?" Yuuri choked around a laugh that escapes him despite his best efforts. "Do you have a death wish or something?"

Though he knew Yuri probably hated it--more than "Yurio"? Who even knew?--Yuuri felt just a smidgen of awe for JJ's sheer daring. Yurio could be grumpy even on his better days, even if he didn't always mean his cutting words. To blatantly provoke someone who would most likely bite back took a lot of daring.

Good person or otherwise that JJ might believe he was, Yuuri was different from before--more centered and just a bit more confident now that he knew he and Viktor were on the same page. He simply raised his brows, not blowing up like Yurio might have, but also not letting JJ's comment pass without challenge. "Before the finals, definitely," he said without even flinching. JJ had soundly snatched gold in both of his qualifiers, there was no point in denying what was fact. "We didn't break Viktor's world records for no reason, though."

"Yes," JJ answered honestly. "I think it's cute," he said simply. He liked the nickname a lot, and he wasn't going to stop using it, even if Yuri were to get a too angry and threaten him. "I think he's more harmless than you think, Yuuri." He felt like he gave Yuri's rage a little too much credit. JJ had been the target of it quite a lot over the course of the Grand Prix, and he came out of it unscathed, thus far. He definitely had been the one to upset Yuri more than others, he thought, so he'd expect to be the prime target.

But when Yuuri answered him. He smirked, brows furrowed in a challenge. "I was there, so I know. But I'm the only one who has stood with Viktor on the podium. Everything I put together was designed to beat him." So if he had done well, he was still quite confident he could have exceeded expectations. His burnouts, he felt, were the cause of his being in third.

"That's because he hasn't kicked you before," Yuuri said, looking strangely at ease with what he just said. He paused. "Actually, has he?" Yuuri remembered all too well how Yurio's kick had sent him flying. They were on much better terms now, of course, but the boy still had a temper on him.

"Chris has, too." Smiling, Yuuri cocked his head as he looked at JJ. "So you think you can beat Viktor?"

Asking JJ what he thinks - isn't like asking for the facts. His opinions will always lean in his favor. "I do think I can." He picked at some of his food, choosing to be careful with the things he was opting to eat, a little unsure of how things would settle with him right now. He sipped at the coffee.

"And no, he hasn't ever kicked me. I don't think he will, either." Since Yuri and JJ only really seemed to encounter each other at competitions. He didn't think that it would be good for Yuri's career to attack JJ at a competition. "Maybe if we encountered each other outside of competition." He considered.

"You'll get a chance to find out next season." This time Yuuri's smile brightened, excitement practically radiating off of him. "Viktor's planning to make a come back then."

As far as he knew, Viktor was going to make his announcement later today, so Yuuri didn't feel too bad about letting JJ know a little earlier. Besides, it was news many would find exciting, wasn't it?

"I look forward to it. He's great competition," JJ answered. He was not bothered by the fact that people who had all beat him now would be there, competing next year. Some of JJ's skill was natural, but he mostly worked hard for what he had. That meant he'd have to work harder, get better, and come up with something that exceeded what he had done this past competition. And he'd have to get over whatever it was that was holding him back.

"I like to compete against Viktor," he said, "and I like standing on the podium with him." Of course, now he meant he'd be the one standing on the tallest part.

"Doesn't everyone?" Who wouldn't want to stand on the podium with Viktor Nikiforov?

Yuuri set his cup down, concern overriding excitement for the moment. "How's the headache?" he asked, now that the food and coffee have had some time to settle. JJ's color was looking better, at least. Even if others might find the confidence abrasive, Yuuri thought it was a good sign that JJ was feeling better.

"There," JJ answered. It was present, but it certainly wasn't the pounding awfulness that it was when he had woken up. A bit of food, some coffee, and water had done him good. He was feeling more like himself, at least. That's all that he could ask for right now. He'd be glad to get back to Isabella, and spend some time with her. He hoped she conveyed the message to his parents, as well.

"But better," he said finally.

He also considered Yuuri's response. "And yes, everyone does want that. He's a legend." Even JJ wouldn't mind some acknowledgement from the older skater.

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