Yuuri wasn't the one who technically asked the guy to dance. But he was on the dance floor, swaying his hips in decidedly far more graceful movements than White Boy Bop when he glanced over and saw that train wreck of a dance move. Sober Yuuri probably wouldn't go out clubbing like this much, but comfortably drunk Yuuri was happy to dance out in public. More than that, he was happy to offer wise words of wisdom.

By now, he was only wearing his black boxer briefs, but like, that was just how things went sometimes. At least he still had his socks on at this point and that was something worth crediting him for. Not everyone knew how to keep their socks on, okay.

He wound up shimmying over to Dave, smiling at him drunkenly just the slightest bit.

"Do you need help? You sort of look like you could use help." He gestured vaguely over all of Dave's uh- everything.