A/N: You thought you were going to be getting an update to a different story, but it was me, Dio! Silly memes aside this fic just kinda popped into my head while working on another story and it just absolutely REFUSED to leave me alone until I wrote something for it.

Sooo to give fair warning this is a slight AU to the Jojo timeline but I'm going off of what took place at the end of Stardust Crusaders. So after Dio's destruction he was resurrected (through means you'll witness in this story) to establish himself comfortably in the world of the late 2000s.

Also HUGE thank you to freakxwannaxbe on tumblr for making such a delicious cover photo. For reals, when she sent it to me I died from fangirl happiness! She's also taking commissions at the moment! Please go and support her and her beautiful artwork!

Elena sighed tiredly as she flashed her ID at Midnight Rain's bouncer, already feeling the stirring of a headache from the new clubs thumping music. With an approving nod at the ID and a quick once over of her attire, the bouncer released the clip of the velvet barrier blocking her path, allowing Elena entry though a pair of black doors.

Elena coughed quietly as she entered the club's preview room, attempting to clear her throat as she observed a large glass window showcasing all the bustling activity of the club inside. The bright colors of neon blue and pink shined down in flashes on the fully packed dance floor, the bar withholding a continuous moving mass of people as they hurriedly prepared drinks for their patrons.

Attempting to shake the smell of old and tired smoke machines from her senses Elena hesitated on entering through the final pair of black doors to the main floor.

Just thirty minutes ago, she had received a tear filled call from her friend Olani, whom had been doing her nightly ritual of sharing a murky blue drink with an attractive stranger, only to find that her catch of the night had ditched her.

While Elena didn't hear exactly what had happened through the phone Olani had made it clear that she didn't want to be at the hottest place in town all alone. While Elena had initially planned on blowing off her best friend in favor of sleep she ended up not being able to refuse her. Whether it was her sensitivity to Olani's influence or her own guilty conscious if she refused to answer Olani's call Elena couldn't decide, as it had been this way since their college days.

Olani's unlucky in love streak had kept Elena relatively busy during the evenings when she should have been studying. Their difference in bad habits ending with Olani dropping her initial major in Social Sciences and Humanities to become a beautician while Elena finished up her double major in English and Journalism with sub par grades, landing her the gig of editor's assistant.

Elena frowned as she tossed thoughts of the past and her own weakness of refusal to the back of her mind. She was here now, regardless of what brought her there.

Slipping though the final set of black doors Elena weaved her way through a sea of people, making her way to the corner of the bar where she could get a better scouting point for Olani. Elena knew full well that her oldest friend would be scoring drinks, it was practically a ritual for Olani to attempt to nurse her wounded heart with the heat of alcohol.

Just as she caught a glimpse of the raven-haired beauty knocking back a shot of green liquid, Elena felt a large hand grasp around the whole of her wrist. Startled by the contact, Elena whirled around, silver blonde hair whipping past her shoulders as she looked upon her attention seeker.

The owner of said hand belonged to a towering giant of a man that Elena estimated must have at least been well over six feet tall, making her shrink back instinctively at his size. With dexterous fingers the man slipped something between her knuckles before flashing her a knowing smirk, his amber eyes giving off a peculiar glow in the flashing lights of the club.

Withdrawing his touch the stranger leaned forward, causing Elena to stiffen, before a sultry voice rumbled deeply in her ear.

"A pair of flaming shots, booth eight if you please."

Then faster than Elena could blink he was turned around, giving her a clear view of his well-groomed blonde locks. Disturbed by the interaction Elena looked down at her hand to find a crisp twenty dollar bill stuffed into it.

"Excuse me sir, but I don't work here." Elena called out after him and quickly became frustrated as he seemingly ignored her. Trusting in her softball league days Elena rummaged through her purse for her chapstick and then, without thinking, pitched the plastic tube at the back of the man's head.

The curve of the throw had been executed perfectly and Elena knew that the chapstick was sure to hit its mark but was surprised to see the man catch the object with his hand a good few inches from where she had thrown it. Confused at what had just occurred, Elena attempted to compose herself as the man turned around, fixing her with an intense gaze that began to make her feel small as he approached her.

Standing a safe distance apart, the man extended his hand forward, her chapstick practically a thimble in his giant hands.

"I believe you dropped this." He said smoothly though his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement as Elena hastily extended her own hand and quickly returned his money while retrieving her chapstick.

"I don't work here." Elena stated plainly averting his gaze as she tucked her chapstick back inside her purse.

The man tilted his head to the side, feigning confusion as he slid his eyes up and down her body and Elena felt her face heat up. While she hadn't tried too hard to dress up she was quickly made aware that her attire looked similar to the female bartenders making their rounds.

"I see, I misunderstood." He said finally, before brushing past her to the corner of the bar, the crisp edges of his maroon suit seemingly out of place in the club's environment. "Steven, this woman could use a drink; be sure to memorize her face as I'll be adding her expenses onto my tab."

"O-of course, right away Mr. Brando. " Steven said nervously and Elena's eyes widened in shock. Quickly she approached the supposed Mr. Brando as she gently placed her hand on his arm, giving him pause enough to look at her.

"You don't have to do that, sir." Elena said, her stomach swirling uneasily at the thought of a complete stranger buying her drinks for the night. Especially not after she had shamelessly thrown something at his head in order to get his attention.

"Consider it an apology for my mistake earlier. If you choose to accept it I'll consider forgiving you for your earlier transgression." He replied, amber orbs sliding to the side of his eyes to fully take in Elena's image.

Unsettled by the clarity of the reflection of herself in Mr. Brando's eyes Elena swallowed thickly as she tried to focus on anywhere else but his face, shame burning her ears.

"Sorry…about that." Elena said wishing that her face would halt its progression of pointing out her embarrassment.

"Your apology falls on deaf ears, my dear." Mr. Brando practically purred unsettling Elena even more by his strange attitude as she looked back at him.

His expression was rather mischievous, as if he seemed to know something she didn't and Elena took a step back to further study him. Despite calling him 'sir' earlier Mr. Brando looked rather young, if Elena had to pin a guess on his age she would assume that he was no older than her, perhaps twenty three or twenty five at the very most.

As she contemplated what to say she inadvertently found her eyes drawn to the bone structure of his face. It was squared and slightly angled making him look rather attractive paired with his intense eyes and light hair and quickly Elena turned her attention to the bartender, only to find him inspecting her form curiously.

"If you encounter another bartender other than Steven, show them this card, they'll know what it means." Mr. Brando explained before taking a seat at the bar and extending his hand to her, a plain black card with golden script nestled between his fingers.

Accepting the card, Elena tucked it inside her purse, glimpsing the name Dio Brando over it before turning her attention to the man she now assumed was Dio.

"Thank you." Elena said tucking a stray piece of nearly white hair behind her ear as Dio quirked an eyebrow at her.

"What'll it be then? Hm?" he asked inquisitively and Elena swallowed hard before ordering herself a shot of lemon drop.

"While I appreciate your offer to buy my drinks, I did come here to meet up with a friend of mine." Elena explained as Steven set to work on crafting her shot which she suddenly wished he could make faster.

Dio didn't look perturbed by her words only simply nodded as he rested his hand against his chin, looking deep in thought.

"Perhaps, I have imposed on enough of your time, enjoy your evening." Dio said, getting up from his seated position only to observe Elena knock back the sour shot before a blush rapidly stained her face.

"You too." Elena responded, grateful that she was no longer needed as she turned to look past Dio's now retreating figure to see Olani staring at her with wide eyes. She opened her mouth to yell something that Elena couldn't quite hear over the music but she could at least read two words that came off of her friend's lips .

"Lucky you."