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who: Otabek & Anyone
what: Catch-all for time at the club.
when: Anytime April 15 - May 6 (Available pre-opening hours, during his shift, or after-hours).
where: Element Nightclub (Inside/Outside the club)
warnings: I don't anticipate any, but can edit.

General starter below the cut. Individual starters upon request/discussion~ Hit me up at this journal or agalio.

[ He was ready. The club was just about to open for the night, and he was ready. Otabek felt like a different person when he was here, in the club, working. There was something about the air. He attributed it to way he could see the people dancing to songs and a playlist he had put together. It was different from being on the ice. When he was on the ice, all eyes were on him, but he could never return the favor of seeing how people responded until after the performance was over. He wouldn't know how well he did until he got the score. When he was performing, the response was immediate. He could see how people would respond to him as he worked, and if he didn't feel like the response was positive, he could shift the way things were going immediately. He would stand there, headphones on, moving about his booth as he watched the people enjoy themselves on the floor.

He like the way he made other people feel good. He liked when people enjoyed the things he put together. He was passionate about the shows he did both here and on the ice. He always put his best foot forward. He worked hard. It was why even here, for Element, he had put together a new set. Among the songs were a couple of new remixes he had pulled together quickly. Despite the speed of it, Otabek would never put together a half-assed piece of work and expect others to enjoy it.

Never.

As soon as the club opened, Otabek got started. A laptop had helped him organize a playlist, but after it was set up, he spent most of his time in front of the DJ deck, moving back and forth, and letting his fingers slide over the equipment with a clearly practiced ease. As the night progressed, the room got warm. Maybe it was the bodies moving about.

He shed his jacket he had worn, discarding it to the side, leaving him in a tank and black jeans. His typical attire. He always anticipated it getting too warm, but he knew that if he didn't wear his jacket, it'd be cold when he left, with just his luck.

Then, as the night came to an end for him, he shifted away from the DJ deck and set up a few remaining songs to play automatically. He cleaned up his space, and made his way from behind the booth. People were starting to make their way out of the club, leaving the dance floor. As the club emptied, he made his way outside, slipping on his jacket again, and making his way to his motorcycle (the one, he fondly remembered, Yuri had handed him the keys to). ]

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[Yurio's been avoiding him and Viktor. It's a feeling in his gut that only grows stronger with each message he sends that goes without a reply. He's worried. That's easy enough to admit. Yuuri only wishes that there were some way to smooth over the tension that's split their group into two.

Perhaps it's that same worry that makes him keep the flyer they'd passed out the day before, and that makes his feet carry him to the club that he'd normally never step foot in on his own. Still, he remembers how carefree and free Yurio had been with his affection for Otabek that first day, and Yuuri had a feeling that if anyone can tell him how Yurio is, it's him.

In his button up shirt and jeans, Yuuri stands out uncomfortably in the crowd as he does his best to navigate the dark room once he's inside. He's got his eyes on the DJ sequestered at the back of the club, and Yuuri doesn't stop pushing forward until he's finally close enough to catch Otabek's attention. He waves when Otabek's looking in his direction, a hesitant, awkward smile on his face.]

[ Otabek is having a great night working. It's been a couple of days since he last saw his friend, so he occupied his time with DJing even more than he typically did. Pretty much all of his time was focused on that, motorcycling, and training. He missed him, and it hadn't been very long. It felt kind of pathetic, honestly.

His eyes are focused on the equipment, he's moving around, headphones on his ears. He looks focused, really focused. But, it's approaching a time for a break for him, so he shifts to his laptop and sets up a playlist for the next several songs. He makes sure to set it longer than he needs, because he can always change it up.

He looks up, and Yuuri catches his attention. He nods when the other waves. He checks the playlist, and is sure it's good. He pulls off his headphones, and steps back and off the side steps to the slight platform so he can meet Yuuri out in the audience. If the other was here, he was sure it was because he was looking for him. He'd never seen him there before.

He approaches him, lifting his hand up in greeting. ]

You're here.

[ There's a little bit of question in his tone. ]

I'm here. [Yuuri agrees, hands twisted together nervously.] Do you mind...? I saw a flyer with your name on it...

[He pauses.] I didn't know you were working as a DJ. [He says at last. There's a lot about his fellow skaters that he doesn't know, Yuuri's realized. Most telling of all is the way his gaze searches the crowd near Otabek for someone in particular.] I was sort of hoping that Yurio would be here with you, too.

I don't mind.

[ He's not what he'd call close with Yuuri, but he doesn't mind the other's company at all. He had a break, after all, so Yuuri had pretty good timing. ]

Mhm. I do at home, too.

[ It's not some big secret, just not something he talks about a lot with people. The only skater who knew until now was Yuri. ]

Oh... Yuri. He's out.

[ Leave sit vague. He's not sure how much his friend wants him to share... ]

[At another time, Yuuri might have asked Otabek about the work he did back home, but it's the comment about Yurio that really draws his attention right now.

He frowns, not sure what to make of it.]

He's...out? You mean he was here before, but he already left?

He hasn't been here yet.

[ There's a hint there, in both his face and voice, that he might be trying to keep a little something from Yuuri. Otabek has never been a good liar, so he doesn't even try. Instead, he opts to leave it pretty vague. ]

He's... on a mission. So not within the fence, I think.

[Yuuri blinks, at first unsure if he'd heard wrong.]

He's on a mission? [The worry floods back in, making his brows draw together as he processes this.] Oh... he never said anything.

Yeah.

[ Otabek wonders, with Yuuri's answer, the last time that Yuri spoke to him. It wasn't really his business, so he didn't ask. Admittedly, he's a little surprised. He always thought that Yuuri and Yuri were pretty close. ]

He mentioned it to me not long ago. He'll be back in a few days...

[Yuuri sighs, shoulders slumping. While he's not surprised that Yurio had told Otabek, he is hurt that he'd chosen to keep himself and Viktor in the dark about this. They're not Yurio's keepers by any means, but they are friends. At least, Yuuri had thought so.]

He's probably still upset with us. [He says, just loudly enough to be heard over the music. There's no hiding the tight expression on his face, though.] Don't worry about it.

I'm sorry.

[ The words came too quickly, and he's not even really sure why he's apologizing. Yuri isn't his responsibility, and he is by no means obligated to apologize for his best friend's behavior. But still, he's apologizing. Maybe he feels a little sorry that Yuuri didn't get to hear about what was going on. And if Yuuri didn't know, he only had to assume Viktor didn't know either... ]

He should be back in four days...

[ He hopes, maybe, that the two of them will talk. ]

[Though still obviously unhappy about the way things turned out, Yuuri's expression softens when he looks at Otabek again.]

It's not your fault. I--I should thank you for telling me where he went, otherwise Viktor and I would still be in the dark.

[He sighs, running a hand through his hair, and there's a crinkle from his jacket that makes him remember part of what he came here for.] Oh...that's right. Have you eaten anything tonight? I brought piroshki for Yurio, but... [Well, he's not here, obviously.] You should have it instead.

I think he would have told you if he wanted you to know.

[ He feels a little sheepish over this. What was going on between Yuri and Viktor and Yuuri was not really... his business, but he'd definitely be the first to come to the defense of his friend if Yuri was upset about anything. Of course, he knows it isn't his fault, but he still felt like he should apologize. ]

Um.

[ He considers it for a moment. ]

I haven't yet. Thanks.

I figured. [As much as it bothers him. Still, it isn't Otabek's fault, and nagging him for more information isn't going to help anyone in the long run.

Yuuri takes the bag of pastries out and hands them over to Otabek with a strained smile.]

Here. They should still be fresh, even if they've cooled down already.

[Yuuri's just wondering if he should leave already, when he pauses, staring at Otabek intently.] Actually... do you have a minute? I want to talk to you about something.

[ Otabek does feel bad that he doesn't have anything else that he can share with Yuuri regarding Yuri. But all he knew was that Yuri was off on a mission and that he was with Bucky. So, in that sense, Otabek trusted he'd be safe. And if he wasn't safe, he'd know who to blame. ]

Thank you.

[ He takes the offered pastries and accepts them quietly. He'll make sure to eat them soon since Yuuri does say that they are fresh. ]

Sure. We can talk.

[ He's curious as to what this is about. ]

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