Horny Jail (Formerly Her bizarre adventure) (Jotaro x OC x Joseph)

9 - kool and the gang

Joseph and Polnareff escorted Stevie through the Fullerton, a luxury hotel on Singapore's waterfront, as they made their way to their hotel room. The lobby was beautifully decorated in cream and white silk; it was definitely the most fancy and expensive place Stevie had ever been in.

Polnareff knocked on the door and said, "Your underwear's showing!" A young red-headed opened it and let them in.

"Come on, Stevie, there's nothing to worry about here," Joseph said, putting his arm around her and guiding her into the room where two hugely buff guys were having nightcaps on the balcony, with the balcony doors folded open, letting the cool night air into the room.

"This is Kakyoin," he said motioning to the redhead, who smiled politely before sitting back down. "And this is my grandson, Jotaro," he motioned to the giant brooding young man, who was sitting back with his feet up on the table. He held his drink in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other.

Stevie was shook by his stunning ice blue eyes that sat under furrowed eyebrows as he looked her up and down. Of course the grandson would be as hot, or even hotter, than his grandfather.

"Boys, this is Stevie," Joseph said, "we met her at the love hotel."

"Yare yare," Jotaro said, taking a sip of his drink, the ice clinking, "you brought the prostitute back with you?" he muttered from underneath his hat brim.

"Uh, I'm not..." Stevie said, a little lost for words, jarred by the handsome young man's rudeness. She eyed his pouty lips and sharp jawline, her focus trailing down to the huge metal chain hanging from his jacket collar.

"No, no! The prostitute I hired was one of DIO's stand users! Can you believe that?" Polnareff said, "She tried to kill me mid-coitus!"

Kakyoin brought a fist to his mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Yare yare," Jotaro muttered again before taking a drag off his cigarette. "You'll fuck anything that moves," he said, exhaling smoke.

"For fucks sake, some of us here are actually alive, you know? Instead of sulking around like we'd rather be dead," Polnareff said, eyeballing Jotaro.

"Knock it off men," Joseph said. "Where's Avdol?"

Avdol emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of dank weed smoke. He and Stevie looked at each other with surprised looks.

"Miss Stevie," Avdol greeted her.

"Wha.. you're the fortune teller from Cairo!" Stevie said.

"Yes, we meet again," he said. "Your friend, is she..."

"She's dead."

"I feared so," Avdol said. "I'm very sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Stevie said, staring at the carpet in an attempt not to remember watching her friend turn to dust.

"Oh Stevie," Kakyoin stood up, "that's so terrible that you lost a friend." He put his arm over her shoulders and led her to sit on the couch. He left and came back with a throw blanket, which he tossed on her lap. "You must feel so cruddy. Please, relax," he said sincerely.

"Stevie's a stand user who had to flee Cairo," Joseph said. He folded his arms and looked at her.

"Ahh, I thought I sensed a stand in you," Avdol said. "I was sort of guessing, so I'm glad my fortune made sense!" he chuckled.

"If Avdol thinks you're okay, then we all think you're okay, too," Joseph said. "Right, men?"

Polnareff and Kakyoin both said "yes," while Jotaro replied with "tch."

Joseph continued, "Now that we're all here, Stevie, would you mind telling us what happened, and what you know about DIO?"

"No, I don't mind," she said, shyly rubbing her arm, "but it's kind of unbelievable. I'm gonna need y'all to pour me one of those drinks for this."