Yuri Plisetski did not make a habit of sitting with the other skaters before his routine, but Viktor Nikiforov had invited him and Viktor was one of the few people he tolerated. And besides Otabek would be joining them shortly, and Otabek was one of the few people Yuri genuinely liked.
‘It will be okay as long as I can avoid ….’ Thought Yuri as he stared sullenly into space.
‘It’s JJ style!’ someone shouted. Yuri bristled. He was not a ‘people person’ on the best of days, but he loathed the Canadian skater. Viktor and Yuuri Katsuki greeted him nicely and several of the other skaters began to chatter with him as well. Yuri ignored him, as icy as a Siberian winter.
“Hello princess!” JJ drawled. Yuri flipped him the bird. JJ snorted and resumed talking to the others. Yuri kicked the back of Viktor’s seat.
“I’m sitting somewhere else” snarled Yuri. But his exit was thwarted as someone plopped into the seat