When Jackie and Donna returned to the party after leaving the bar in defeat and discrace, Jackie was in dire need of an ego boost. And, seeing the boys sitting around the keg smashed out of their gords- especially Eric- was starting to help already.

"What's going on?" Donna demanded.

"Your boyfriend sucks at quarters..." Kelso was laughing.

"Quarters? How do you play?" Jackie asked, sitting next to Hyde.

"We flip quarters into the cup, and if you miss, you have to drink. But, if you get it in, you get to choose who drinks next."

Jackie smiled, clapping her hands a bit. "Yay, I'm good at games."

"Jackie..." Donna said hesitantly, "you might be, but you're horrible at drinking. You get smashed fast."

Jackie shrugged. "Not an issue." she said with her usual air of confidence. "And, I'll bet I'm even better at it than the boys."

"Pfft." the boys all began laughing, and Jackie huffed.

"Bet I am!" she said loudly.

"Okay, doll, what do you bet?" Hyde teased.

"Pardon?" Jackie asked, taken a bit off guard.

"Well... money's boring. What do you bet to do?" Hyde said with a shrug.

"Spoken like someone who doesn't have money, but, okay." Jackie said, arching an eyebrow at him. "When I win, you, Steven Hyde, have to escort me to the cheerleader camp opening ball." she said wih an evil smirk.

"No freaking way..."

"Thought you were so certain I'd loose..." she baited.

Hyde fumbled, then a wicked smirk came across his visage as well. "All right, then... when I win, you gotta do a private striptease for me. And, not just stand there and get naked, no... make it good. Music, a little dance... the evening gown and the gloves, the taking the hair out of the bun and shaking it out... whole shebang."

Eric looked at him curiously. "That was... awfully detailed awfully fast."

"Shut up, Foreman. Saw it in a movie once."

Jackie flushed to her very core. "I, um..."

"Bok, bok, bok..." Hyde taunted.

Jackie lifted her chin up defiantly. "All right, then, Steven. It's a bet. Oh, you'd better polish up your dancing shoes."

Hyde smirked. "Same here, dollface..."

They both flushed then, neither fully realizing why, and moved off to the counter.

"Where are you going?" Donna asked with a slight frown.

"You guys keep playing; don't interrupt us; we have a bet going."

"That's right." Jackie nodded, waving her off.

Donna looked at Eric, who fell over, face first into her breasts. "That's nice..." he mumbled drunkenly.

"Okay, I'm not taking his drunk ass home." Donna said, rolling her eyes. "Kelso, take his keys and take him home."

"But-"

"You heard me, Kelso."

"But, Donna... other people are here at the party now..." Kelso whined.

"Yeah, and it's crowded and annoying and loud, and I don't wanna get puked on by Eric! It's a turn off!"

One of the party goers, Johnny Fuller, meanwhile, walked past Jackie and Hyde towards the fridge.

"Dude, it's empty!"

"I provided booze, you want food; go to McDonald's, jackass." Hyde said, flipping another quarter into a cup.

Johnny shrugged, purposely brushing his front over Jackie's back as he walked by. Hyde noticed and frowned at him. Jackie just made a face. "Ow, watch it, klutzoid! You made me miss my shot!"

"Right, sorry, sweetcheeks." Johnny smirked, reaching out and patting her on the ass.

"Hey!" Jackie yelped.

But, before she could really react at all, Hyde reached out and punched the guy in the face.

Jackie's eyes went wide, and she looked at Hyde, shaking his hand out, then the guy out cold on the floor.

"Steven, are you okay? Do you need some ice?"

"I'm fine, I- ooof!" he grunted as her small body collided with his, throwing her arms around his neck.

She pulled back with a small smile, kissing his cheek gently...