Jackie rolled out of bed, her hangover throbbing. She'd made a fool of herself in a lot of ways. Maybe she shouldn't have given Steven that ultimatum to start with, and eventually... She stopped herself. She wasn't going to get caught up in this anymore. She would fight for him. Because she loved him, and he loved her- didn't he?

She padded downstairs in bare feet and a camisole and panties, starting with shock when she saw the greasy looking man at the breakfast table.

"Ma!" Jackie yelled, alarmed.

Pam came tripping into the room on her overly-high heels for this time of the day. "What, sugarplum?" she asked.

"Who's that?" Jackie demanded.

"Oh, this is my new friend, Ralphie." Pam said, patting Jackie on the arm. "Be nice to him, he owns a boat yard." Pam whispered in her ear.

Jackie rolled her eyes, feeling very self-conscious of the eyes roaming over her half-naked body. "Just... warn me next time so I'll get a robe." she mumbled, racing back up to her room, and locking the door behind her.

The way Ralphie looked at her made her extremely uncomfy, but he hadn't said anything out of the way, so she didn't have a reason to think badly of him... yet. Except that he was in her house at seven a.m. doing inappropriate things with her mother, who was technically still married to her father in prison... Not that she was doing much better personally, with her boyfriend now married to a stripper...

"God, when did I turn into white trash?" Jackie growled, throwing a dress on...

Her life could not be taking this turn... she was Jackie Burkhardt, damnit!

"I'll show them..." she mumbled. "I'll show them all..."

Later that morning, she came into the Foremans, hiding her hangover well. She'd taken two BC powders even though she'd almost vomited, and she'd fixed her hair and makeup with absolute precision. The dress wasn't hers, it was one of her mother's- purple, tight lycra that had no back and wrapped around her neck. Low-cut, the flouncy skirt coming halfway down her thighs. When she walked in, Steven's eyes boggled. So did Eric's and even Donna's...

She pasted on a smile and sat down on the couch next to Donna.

"Good morning!" she said cheerily.

"Hi..." Donna said slowly.

Hyde was unable to form a sentence still at this point.

"Jacks... you look..."

"Like regret, Steven?" she asked, her voice as cold and sweet as ice-cream. "Like what you could still have- if you hadn't gone and married a whore?"

"Jackie..." Hyde groaned, his voice gravelly. "She's... I was drunk- I don't remember doing it, and I was madat you!"

"For something that didn't happen!" Jackie shot back, allowing a bit of her anger to show now.

"Yes, I know that now!" Hyde shot back. "But you gotta admit-"

"I admit nothing, because I did nothing!"

Hyde ran a hand over his face, and Sam came out of the back room, wearing only Hyde's shirt, her bouncy cheeks slightly poking out from the bottom.

"Good morning, hubby..." she cooed, rubbing her hands all over his shoulders.

"Hi..." Hyde said a bit breathily.

Jackie screeched and stomped out of the room.

Hyde froze. "... shit."

"Is something wrong, Stevie?" Sam cooed.

Hyde slid the ever-moving hands off his shoulders uncomfortably. "Ahhh... I have to go shower for work." he said nervously, starting to make his way upstairs.

"Oh... okay, then... want company?" she chirped, oblivious.

"Yeah, that'd be- no." he said, stopping himself. "Just... I don't have a lot of time this morning, why don't you go... get dressed so Fez doesn't ruin the couch?" he said quickly, rushing upstairs.

Donna's eyes narrowed, and she followed Hyde up the stairs, up the second set of stairs, to the bathroom door.

"Donna, I turned Sam down for a shower buddy, and she's a stripper." he joked.

"It's not funny anymore, Hyde!" Donna snapped. "This is just... stupid!"

Hyde ran a hand down his face. "I know, I know... I just... I'm stuck-"

"No, you aren't! You're weak and lazy!"

"Does that sound like me?"

"No, it sounds more like Kelso or Fez... or even Eric... but not really you... Hyde, did your breakup with Jackie hit you so bad that you lost yourself completely?" Donna demanded.

Hyde scowled at her. "No..."

Even though, her words were hitting home in a way he did not want to admit to himself.

"Get the annulment. Go after Jackie! You love her!" Donna said. "Fight for her- fight for yourself!"

Hyde made a face. "Yeah, like you and Foreman, who just gave up on going forward, when you were the two who actually had some potential?"

And, Donna slapped his face so fast and hard, he didn't even see her leave...