Otayuri - Madam Lilia's Peep Show

Chapter 5

   He had let Yuri leave. There was no point in calling him back when he didn't know what to say. No point standing there, just staring at him. As bad as he wanted this NOT to affect him, it did. He wanted to kick himself. Instead he decided to drink, a lot. Pulling the bottle of whiskey out of the cabinet, he started with a glass, then decided it was best to just sit on the couch with the bottle, his iPod playing softly on shuffle in the background. As long as his music stayed upbeat he was ok, then metal would come on, reminding him of that night Yuri stayed over. Reminding him of that dance. He drank more.

In a brilliant drunken haze, he got his phone out. Staring at it. The last texts from Yuri were from Friday night. Looking at his calendar, he realized it had been a week already. How had it been a week already? Shaking his head, he tried to will his fingers to type in the keypad. They were not working well, but he figured well enough. After a few attempts he had a message.

(otabek) im sorry

Sitting back, his music changed again, this time a sappy love song. He did something he rarely did: he got up and went to his iPod to skip the song.

Otabek decided his fuzzy head needed water. He knew he drank a bit too quickly, but he really felt terrible. He never would believe he was the jealous type. Also knowing Yuri was there tonight, dancing in his lingerie, like he was a week ago, probably all dressed up and smiling... Draining a glass of water, he stumbled back to his couch. His phone chimed, telling the drunk man that there was a message.

(yuri) aren't we all

What the hell did that mean? Even in his drunken state it didn't make sense. He scrolled back up to those pictures. He really liked them. He decided he would make one his home screen on his phone. Laughing, he swigged from the bottle again.

(otabek) don't understand

(yuri) what is there to understand

(otabek) said was srry

(yuri) ok

(otabek) ur not mking ths esy ru now?

(yurI) am I supposed too?

(otabek) cna we tkl?

(yuri) you are not making any sense

(otabek) drink

(yuri) you mean drunk?

(otabek) ys

(yuri) then text me when youre sober. Ive got to go back to work

With that Otabek laid down on his couch, not sure if he passed out or fell asleep, but he woke up in an awkward position, clothes twisted and mouth stale. Groaning, sitting up, he grabbed for his phone.

What the hell? Why was Yuri's picture on his screen? He saw the bottle of whiskey on the table. Oh, that would be why. Worried he went to his text. Then he groaned. Yeah, he thought he had done that. He never was good at texting, even worse when he was drunk. He knew Yuri would still be asleep, so he sent over a message.

(otabek) Sorry about that last night. Might have been drinking a little bit.

He was surprised when a message came right back in.

(yuri) two apologies in one day.

(yuri) so are you big into the drunk texting?