JJBA Oneshots

Jolyne Kujo; Punching Creeps & Phone Numbers.

A/N:
The Kujo's should single-handedly be given an award for their capability to knock the shit out of people. Thanks for listening to my TED Talk. Also I accidentally saw Stone Ocean spoilers and my soul is crying.

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The cold air nipped your skin through your cardigan, as you pushed open the heavy door before you. You were met with the stench of hard liquor, and heavy laughter.

This is where you usually spent your evenings, at the shabby little bar just off from the edge of campus. You'd sit here for hours studying or completing assignments; and let's not forget, drinking.

You presumed it wasn't (obviously), completely healthy to go drinking every night under the guise of doing college work, but it made you feel nice and you never got entirely shit-faced- you'd just sleep like a rock when you returned to your dorm.

You made your way to the front-bar, where they poured and mixed drinks. There sat a slew of bar-stools, so you picked the emptiest end and sat. You took off your caramel-brown colored shoulder bag and sat it on the bar's countertop, and then removed all of its inhabitants. It was about that time when the Bartender, who you now knew very well, approached.

"(Y/n!), what'll it be today?." She was a middle-aged woman named Lottie, with a very thick british accent. She had chocolate brown hair always pulled up into a messy side-bun, and the crows-feet around her eyes and the wrinkles around her mouth were deep from smiling too much.

"The usual." You spoke, and she nodded, as she immediately began preparing your drink.

"What're you working on today, love?." Lottie made conversation.

"Oh, just stuff for my math course."

"Oh dear," She dropped a few ice cubes into your glass and then glazed it with a sickly looking liquid. "I was never good at maths. Good luck to you."

She slid the glass toward you and you caught it with quick reflexes, and then thanked her, before getting on with your assignments.

You had been there for a few hours, already, and the bar had started dying down. The only people that remained in the bar were the drunken regulars who would stay they got kicked out because the bar was closing. You had finished a good amount of your assignments but you still had some more to do, so, you ordered another round and continued working.

As you took a sip of your new, freshly poured drink, the chiming of the bell attached to the door caught your ears. Normally, you wouldnt even care, so you wouldn't look, but this time; something compelled you.

You averted your gaze and laid your eyes on the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

She had pale, yet sun-kissed skin and her eyes glistened green and brown hazel. She had long, black and neon-green hair, with the upper half in tight spacebuns while the rest tangled loosely in a braid. The color of chartreuse lipstick she wore contrasted against her skin well, and complimented her hair.

She had no emotion written across her face. You watched her slyly as she approached the opposing end of the bar you were at, and ordered a glass of straight vodka. You were a little taken back, she didn't seem like the type. Well, she didn't seem like the type for fruity drinks either, but nevertheless, not straight vodka. She grabbed her glass after it bubbled at the brim and she disappeared off to a table a bit toward the back, adjacent to you, but still within eye-shot.

You'd look at her for a minute and then look away, trying not to be noticable. You didn't understand why you were acting like this, or felt like this? You had seen some pretty girls before, but this was different.