“Big talk from someone who’s not gonna stop me.” He plops down on the couch ungracefully, grabbing up the bottle and pouring himself a glass. It smells like nail polish remover, but it’ll have to do. All vodka is the same to him, no matter if it’s cheap or expensive. “If I get drunk, then I get drunk.”

               “Whatever.” With a roll of his eyes he passes the table, moving to grab himself a glass. “I drink about a quarter of what you do, and you fucking let me do it, so I really don’t see what the problem is.”

               i’ve  been  rping  otabek  for  so  long  i  think                  i  forgot  yuri & viktor  were  the  leads.                 rewatching is weird when beka isnt in every scene like i somehow remember. 

              “Shouldn’t you be sober right now, old man?” he mocks in return, tone biting. Shuffling past the table he snatches the glass from Viktor’s hands, taking a swig before handing it back. It burns all the way down, but he hardly minds it.

                    ❛   YURIO ~           shouldn’t  you  be  in  bed  by  now  ?            it’s  late.   ❜             he’s  lounging  lazily,                 laying  half  across  a  table  with  glass  of  vodka  in  hand.            but  he’s  GRINNING  -----------------  always  cheerful. 

                 rewatching  yoi  to  get  muse  !