the stars in my sky/viktuuri

poles

who doesnt  love stripper yuuri?

*smut at end*

*Viktor

"Good evening, Viktor," Chris, the owner of the club, said to me as he silently shooed the bar tender away and poured me a drink himself. I yawned in response, giving him a nod as he slid the glass toward me. 

"Hard day at work again?" He asked, and I nodded, rolling my eyes at him in hoping that from that movement he'd understand all of my struggles. He didn't, but Chris was a people-person, and nodded in sympathy anyways to show he cared. He was right- working at some boring office during the weekdays was hell compared to running the club on the weekends like I did when Chris wanted to spend some quality time with his partner and their cat. It was the least I could do for an old friend, and I enjoyed talking to people at the bar and the usual pole dancers on the side- they were all pretty funny, and no one ever pushed me to try and "enjoy myself" like others did after I was cheated on. Who knew such stereo-typically "trashy" people could have such quality humor and sensitivity?

It was a Wednesday, and I was surprised to see the club this crowded. I had never been here on a week day, but my head was begging for a break and my stomach for some beer. Men, women, people who were both or neither all wondered around the huge space, dancing and drinking, watching sports on the flatscreens, eating or getting comfy and waiting for the strippers and pole dancers in front of the stage. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of someone in one of the dancer's uniforms leading a man back to one of the open bedrooms. He catches my stare, and in the dark, from a hundred feet away, I could've sworn he winked at me. I looked quickly back at my drink and Chris laughs at me.

"I understand you've seen our new dancer?" Chris smirks at me, leaning his head on his hand and watching where the boy was a few seconds before disappearing. I nod, and he smiles at me. "Yesterday was his first night- twenty-something year old boy, Viktor. Phenomenal. He put on such a good fucking show, everyone stopped what they were doing to watch. You've seen how much first-night dancers get? Barely anything, right? The boy went home fucking loaded, more than Mila or JJ or any of the most popular. He's small and electric, and gives people lap dances and bjs in the back rooms for extra cash. He charges so much, but they all pay it anyways." My eyes were wide with interest, and I took a sip of my drink, thinking.

"What's his name?" I ask him.

Chris refills my drink and smiles at my glass. "Yuuri," he says, "Yuuri Katsuki."

Twenty minutes later, people are crowding the stage, waiting for the real show to begin. All the other dancers have left the stage, and are waiting for Him to start as well, all being changed into their comfortable clothes and backpacks. It's late, but the population of the room has increased even more now. I'm sitting in the middle velvet chair in the front, a special seat Chris has assigned to me so I could get the "best view". One of the younger dancers, Phichit, makes his way through the crowd and crouches next to me.

"Hey, Phichit," I smile at him. He smiles back brightly and my heart warms. The cutest.

"Hey, Viktor. Getting ready for Yuuri?" The way Phichit says his name is like they've been best friends forever, and I nod.

"Yeah, is he any good?" I ask, and Phichit hits my arm playfully.

"Every dancer here is good, Yuuri just happens to be amazing. I wonder what he did back in Japan- that's where he said he moved from. He's pretty introverted." Phichit rambles on about him, but I could only think: All of the dancers are proud and support each other. I turn my head to see all the others; lazily wearing sweatpants, sweatshirts, and carrying their backpacks. They must be exhausted from working all day, and they have a home to get back to, yet they're all staying anyways and waiting for their friend to steal the spotlight. And they look proud.