Sabrina and Viktor
"It's how I met my Yuuri, in a dance battle with a stripper pole involved. He was gorgeous," Viktor couldn't help but share, sighing a little. "Sometimes, I wish he were here, but then, we have no ice arena. He wouldn't be happy for long without one."
Neither was Viktor, really, but the roller rink served its purpose. As soon as she mentioned vodka though, Viktot perked up and grinned. "Da, sounds delicious, though you had my attention at vodka. Russian." He winked and flipped his hair back, showing off a little. He made the girls swoon back home with that move, not that Viktor was trying to win her over that way now. Happily engaged, thank you very much.