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

Drunk and Traumatized

Stevie entered her shared quarters, where Jotaro was lounging on his bed with a manga. He looked up to watch her plop face down on her bed. "What were you doing with the old man all morning that was so private?" he asked. He hated being out of the loop, and it irked him that he didn't know what was going on.

"Obviously," Stevie turned her head to look at him from her pillow, "we were fuckin." She grinned.

Shock flashed acrossed Jotaro's face before he quickly turned it into a suspicious glare.

"Just kidding!" Stevie laughed, "I'm joking, jeeze. Do you ever laugh at anything?"

Jotaro smirked and closed his manga. "Have you been drinking?" he asked.

"Mmm, your grandfather and I may have partook in some ritualistic hamon wine," she said in a faux-fancy tone and pretended to hold an invisible wine glass with her pinky out.

Jotaro then reached behind his pillow and pulled out an open bottle of rosé, "Yea, me too," he smiled. They shared a laugh, with Jotaro taking a swig and passing it over to Stevie. She took a gulp and passed it back to Jotaro, who cradled it between his legs.

"Wait, why were you day drinking alone in here?" Stevie asked.

"There's nothing else to do on this damn boring train besides play cards," he said. "And I wanted to be alone."

"Oh... I can leave," Stevie offered.

"No... That's ok," Jotaro said a little too quickly. He pushed the window open and lit a cigarette before taking another swig of the rosé. "So you were getting drunk with my grandpa?" he asked.

"Not really... I mean, he was showing me hamon breathing and focusing techniques. With wine."

Polnareff had already gossiped to Jotaro about Stevie's hamon ability, and Jotaro was annoyed that he hadn't put two and two together to realize the old man was just teaching her hamon in private.

Stevie reached over to signal Jotaro to pass her the wine, which he did, but dropped his cigarette in the process. It rolled on the floor and Stevie sprang off the bed to grab it before it did any damage. When she stood up, Jotaro grabbed her from behind and wordlessly pulled her onto his bed. She was surprised at first but soon let herself sink into his chest like the back of a comfortable chair. She handed him the cigarette and he took a drag.

Their closeness felt natural, with one of his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against himself. She leaned her head back on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and let her wine-weighted limbs relax. "Hamon wears me out," she said lightly. Jotaro hummed like he understood and put his cigarette out so he could wrap both arms around her. They were both surprised at how easily Stevie fell into his embrace. After cuddling in silence for a while, Stevie spoke up.

"Why are we doing this?" she asked lazily.

"Mm," Jotaro hummed. He slowly stroked down her arm with a finger. "Because we're both traumatized and we've been day drinking," he said.

It was true. Every day since she had accidentally turned Joni into dust with hamon, she had felt like she just wanted someone to hold her and comfort her. "Drunk and traumatized," Stevie laughed. "Sounds like a bad soap opera."

The bounce of Stevie's laughs on his chest certainly made Jotaro feel some type of way. Get a grip on yourself, he thought. She could bend me 5 different ways right now. He was thankful she didn't keep her stand up all the time. He was sure his red aura would fill the entire room, maybe even the entire train car. He felt an insatiable pit in his stomach for her. He had found himself in a few meaningless encounters with women before, but something about Stevie made him want something more. The way she could roll with the punches and how easily she fit into their group made him attracted to her.

He picked up his manga and held it open with his arms still around her so they could both read it together.