@llcebaby
Cairo. The sprawling bustling capital of Egypt; a city built and cemented in its unmatched history that blended with new-age technology to create a proud culture and limitless potential for all those who had the heart to immerse themselves within the stony sandy embrace of the population.
During the day it was business as usual for the locals. Go to work, go to the market, keep things running smoothly so everyone gets through the day in one piece. At night, the city was transformed: Jazz clubs sprung up and serenaded the night with heartfelt performances, people of all ages ventured into night markets to drink and feast at the food stalls, and of course, downtown had been turned into a more urban centralized area for the easily-influenced youth to entertain themselves. Colorful lights, loud pop music, trendy food and dens of alcohol all encompassed this urbane atmosphere.
For an abroad student, this area held his curiosity. A young black-clad Eurasian man casually strolled across the stone pavement to observe the night-life here. In Japan, the nightlife was far more reserved and contained. He was used to being limited to izakayas or late night videogame parlors. Here, there was more life and expression out on the streets. The people here were unabashedly themselves, and he found himself quite enjoying their presence. Jotaro had been left on his own for tonight, having purposely disbanded from the student group he had come on this trip with. Not that it was any concern, he knew what hotel they were at so he could always go back to let whoever was panicking know that he was still alive.
As the delinquent walked further along the stony sidewalk, the sickly sweet and spicy scent of hooka-bars and the smokey mist of grilled meat were all that he could register. It piqued his curiosity when he passed a bar that nearly blew out his eardrums...
“....”
Oasis. He had overheard a couple of people chattering by mention this place. It was supposedly the best club in downtown... curiosity took hold of him, and he soon found himself inside of that multicolored far too eccentric but clearly popular establishment.
....and now let’s cut to 5 hours later.
It started with one drink to relax, then another drink that some woman had bought for him, then a few shots that some college students treated him to, and so on and so fourth until Jotaro had consumed enough alcohol to poison a normal man. Now, we find our dear Kujo practically in another dimension. The punk was seen with cheeks as red as summer strawberries, his black jacket tied around his waist to reveal his slightly sweaty muscular form that equally drunk women (and some men) were endlessly complimenting. He was the center of attention as any new onlooker could see him screaming and fist-pumping karaoke crudely with another equally shit-faced person..
“CUZ EVERY TIME WE TOUCH, I GET THIS FEELING!! EVERY TIME WE KISS I SWEAR I CAN FLYYYY!!! CANT YOU HEAR MY HEART BEAT FAST?! I WANT THIS TO LAST!! NEEEEED YOU BY MY SIIIIIIDE!!!”
