Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. December 24th, 1988.
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In the first town they encountered, they got rid of the brat they had dragged around for far too long for the teenagers' taste. It was quite late, and they had no choice but to stop at a hotel for the night. As they were about to go back to their respective rooms, Joseph stopped them.
"Are you out of your mind? Do you know what day it is?"
They all exchanged a questioning look and the old man stamped his foot.
"It's Christmas Eve, come on!
- Already?" the young woman said. "Well, Merry Christmas everyone. Anyway... I'm tired, I-
- Not so fast! This needs to be celebrated!
- With all due respect, Mr. Joestar", Kakyoin interrupted. "We don't really celebrate Christmas in Japan.
- You don't celebrate Christmas?! What a boring country!! We need to change that!! Come, I have a surprise for you!
- ... yare, yare. I'm going to bed.
- Oh no! Christmas is for family! (Y/N), Kakyoin, stop him. He must not escape it!"
After exchanging a knowing look, the two teenagers each grabbed an arm from Jotaro who groaned, his hands in his pockets.
"... okay, I'm coming with you.
- Perfect!"
Joseph led his little company to a large hall in the hotel, which he had just reserved for them. There were sofas, a large TV, a record player, an impressive vinyl collection, a breathtaking view of the city and above all... Room service. Unlimited food and alcohol! And it was a luxury of which the little Italian knew nothing. She let go of Jotaro and jumped on a sofa laughing. Joseph scratched his beard.
"Well, (Y/N)! You seem very enthusiastic!
- I have never celebrated Christmas in such luxury, Mr. Joestar!
- Oh... Well Merry Christmas then!"
They all sat down on the sofas and Joseph opened a bottle of champagne.
"That one comes directly from France! You should not feel disoriented!
- Mr. Joestar, we're poor," Polnareff went on.
"Oh! Oh... Have you ever had champagne?!"
The two Frenchmen shook their heads and Joseph put his hand to his heart as if he was going to have a heart attack.
"Oh my God... We're going to fix that."
He served glasses to everyone.
"Cheers! To our adventure!"
No sooner had she taken a sip than stars of happiness appeared in the young woman's eyes. She drank the rest of the glass bottoms up, under the four men's bewildered eyes.
"... what?
- It's alcohol, (Y/N)", Kakyoin said worryingly.
"And so what?
- So take it easy, idiot," Jotaro growled.
This did not prevent her from helping herself again, after sticking her tongue out at the two Japanese. Joseph exclaimed,
"How about some music!
- I'll take care of it!"
(Y/N) jumped off the couch, spilling some champagne on the side, and sped to the record player. She browsed the vinyl collection with her fingertips. A mischievous smile on her lips, she grabbed a particular record and placed it in the record player.
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〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement
FanfictionBorn of a French mother and an Italian father, (Y/N) is a very ordinary young girl. At least that's what she would like to claim. Because the truth, here it is, (Y/N) can see ghosts. Would this just be a simple paranormal ability? Or would that powe...
