I'm a little behind on these, but it's Lent, so what can you do? Besides, this is for fun! ^^
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! will never ever ever belong to me.
Stray Dog
"Jou, we'll see you 'round, right?"
Jounochi flipped his gang members off in reply and they laughed at his rude gesture, drunkly bumbling around in the alleyway, the streetlight a few feet away shadowing their faces. Jou grimaced at them and turned the corner, slightly breathing a sigh of relief that he left before anything serious happened. He flipped his hood up over his head and shoved his hands deep into his pockets, deeply inhaling the cigarette in his mouth and breathing out the smoke without taking it out of his mouth.
He often left his friends—if he could call them that—when the liquor came out. He didn't need that stuff. He absentmindedly squeezed his right eye shut, a small shot of pain issuing from the black eye. Alcohol wasn't needed for a good time. Besides, the stuff was dangerous—a dangerously painful reminder of what awaited him when he got home if he wasn't quite enough.
So he always leaves and wanders the streets of Domino, enjoying the cool night, not letting his past and his present predicament hinder him from letting go and just enjoying the now. He wanders, a tramp in the city where no one, not even his own father, wants him.
I feel that before he met Honda and cleaned up he did smoke for a while. I feel he'd justify smoking and say it's different from alcohol because it doesn't mess with the head. He wouldn't smoke weed or pot, just cigs. I feel that when he changed and became friends with Yugi, that's when his luck changed and things started to go right for him. That's my Jou insights for y'all.
Over and out,
Mahersal