The Stripper and the Bartender [Victuuri/Viktuuri] (DISCONTINUED)

4.

The ravenette sighed, his frail fingers running through his dark hair. He stared at the plethora of shirts on his bed, which lied messily on the edge of it. He eyed each shirt individually, debating on which shirts to take. For a moment, he began to wonder what the older man accompanying him on this mission would think of what he wore. He blushed as soon as he realized what he had thought of and shook his head dismissively.
Why does it matter anyway? He thought to himself. The thoughts struck the young man as odd, but he continued to choose jeans and shirts to load in his luggage.

A few moments later, he looked up as his elder sister appeared, leaning on the frame of the doorway and watching her younger brother nervously pack his belongings.
"What's taking you so long?" Mari asked her brother, running her finger against the lighter in her pocket. "You've got to go in twenty minutes."

Yuuri ran his nimble fingers through his uncombed hair. "I-I know. I'm just feeling a  little wary about what I want to bring.."
Mari rolls her eyes. "It's not like it's a special occasion, anyway. You're not going to some banquet."
"I-I know."
"I mean," Mari playfully paused. "I'd be able to help if you, ya know, told me about what case you'll be working on.."
"Mari..." Yuuri sighs, looking up at Mari in slight annoyance.
Mari smirks. "You know I'm kidding, Yuuri." She proceeds to enter the room and sits down on an empty space on the bed. "But seriously, bring at least one suit with you. You don't know what could happen along the way."
Yuuri turns around, opening his closet doors and begins shuffling hangers around. Soon after, the ravenette sighs in relief as he pulls out a black tuxedo and tie with a blue button up shirt that hung behind the tux.
As he neatly folded each piece of clothing into the small space in his luggage, he looked up at his elder sister, a small smile formed on his lips. "Thank you Mari."
"You can thank me when you arrive in Vegas and call me." Mari responds, standing up from the bed to retrieve Yuuri's coat. "We've only got ten minutes before we leave."
"Why are you taking me anyways?" Yuuri asks, zipping closed the luggages on his his bed. "I'd think you have more important things to do today."
"Truth be told, I just wanna get a glimpse of that Agent Nikiforov. That's more priceless than a shitty job I barely get money out of."
Yuuri rolled his eyes at his sister's response. "What's wrong with people these days?"
"Hey, he's got looks Yuuri. You have to admit that."
"Sure...but it doesn't matter because he's cocky as hell." The ravenette retorted, earning a small glance of disapproval from his sibling. "What? It's true. Everyone who loves him just wants to slide into his DMs because he's attractive and intelligent."

Mari forms a smirk on her face. "Can't say you're wrong there." Yuuri rolls his eyes, returning her glare from earlier. "Well, I hope you have fun dealing with that,"
"I won't, I promise you." Yuuri replies before  carrying his luggage to the entrance of his room before turning to face his sister. "I'm only doing this for mom, so it's not like I wanted this particular mission."
And with that, the two siblings left the room and eventually the front door to travel to the airport, where Viktor would be patiently waiting for him.

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As Mari pulled up at the entrance of the airport, the two noticed a swarm of people circling around a certain area. Not to Yuuri's surprise, he noticed the crowd to be swarming around Viktor, who had a cocky grin formed on his face as reporters and interviewers swarmed around him. Yuuri looked away from the window, glancing at his sister who seemed to be distracted by the thought of seeing this agent in person.
"Mari," Yuuri started. " C'mon, I need you to help me get the luggage in the trunk."
"Mm," was all the older woman could stutter, as she shut off the car and opened the car door  to get out. Yuuri did the same, but quickly began to regret his decision as he heard an all too familiar voice call out his name.