Set during Somebody To Love, Jackie goes to the bar by herself. How does that change things? And will it lead her back to Hyde?

Disclaimer: I do not own That 70s Show or any of the characters except for Trevor (Who btw in my head is Zac Efron so when you read Trevor picture him)

Jackie sat by herself as she drunk another drink and slowly accepted that this was what her life was going to be like. Guys were going to reject her, Steven was going to be happy with his stripper, and she was going to have to start buying cats. She glared at the guy who had rejected her earlier, as an idea came to her mind. If she told him off and showed him how much of a catch she was then he would change his mind and she could reject him. Then balance would be restored. She stared at him as he stood by the jukebox before taking another sip of her drink and walking towards him.

"Hey, you! Mark is it? Yeah." She pointed her finger at him. "I don't know where you're from but I'll have you know, I am the catch of Point Place." He began walking away from her. "Hey, come back here! Nobody ignores Jerky Backhart!" Jackie didn't even care that everyone in the bar was now looking at her. She was telling this guy off. "I am adorable, I am engaging, and I am damn likable!" She looked around the bar before zeroing back in on him. "And if you're too stupid to see that then I feel real sorry for you!" She didn't even notice that her sleeve had rolled down revealing her boob. "'Cause if anyone should be the center of attention here, it's me."

"You're right." Mark stated with a false smirk. "You are the center of attention here."

"Damn straight!" Jackie smiled when she saw everyone looking at her. "Yep that's right! I am that pretty."

"You're Jackie, right?" Mark asked as he sat down and gestured for her to sit down next to him.

"Yep."

"Nice to meet you." He stared at her exposed boob for a moment before smirking. "You've had a few drinks haven't you."

Jackie pushed her fingers together and giggled. "Just a few."

"You here alone?"

"Yep."

"You know drinking alone is never a good idea. There are weirdos everywhere." He stood up and grabbed her hand. "You wanna dance?"

"Sure." There was no harm in dancing with him before she rejected him and she felt so free. She even felt a slight breeze as she danced with him, too drunk to notice the reason the slight breeze she felt increased because her dress had fallen to the ground when they were dancing. Maybe this was the way to get over Hyde. Dancing with guys in bars seemed fun enough.

"Okay dude that's enough."

Jackie stopped dancing and looked over at the guy who had said that. Then all over the bar she saw people snickering and laughing at her. "What's going on?"

"Lady you're naked."

Jackie gave him a look before looking down and screaming then running into the bathroom and into a stall. Within a few seconds she was sobbing uncontrollably. This wasn't how this night was supposed to go.

"Hey are you okay?"

Jackie continued to sob for a moment before gaining control of herself. "No."

His arm slid under the door revealing her dress in his hand. "I thought you might want this."

Then it faded to black.

The next day

Jackie opened her eyes slowly and instantly put a hand on her head. She must have drunk a mountain in a half to have that bad of a hangover. She looked around, she was on a bed she didn't recognize, in a room she didn't recognize, in a shirt she didn't recognize.

"What did I do last night?" She asked out loud as she sat up on the bed.

"You flashed a bar, cried on my shoulder, and passed out before I could take you home."

"I flashed a bar?" Jackie asked as her face turned to a shade of red that had never been seen before ever as she looked at the guy who had walked in the room. Wait a second? Why was she with a guy in a room? And did she know him? "Wait who are you?"

"Trevor Danes." Trevor handed her the coffee he had in his hand before sitting down on the bed. "I walked into the bar last night and you were drunk out of your mind dancing with a creep in your underwear." He stopped while she took a sip of the coffee. "By the way, next time you drinking you might wanna wear a bra."

"There won't be a next time." Jackie stated as she held the coffee close to her chest and the memory of her looking down and seeing her breasts fully exposed with the only form of clothing being her panties and a pair of shoes. She had made a complete fool out of herself. "God I don't even know what to think. My world is falling apart."

"Last night I think I heard you say 'Stupid dillhole won't marry me but will marry a stripper asshole.' So a bad break up huh?" Trevor asked as he began sipping on his own coffee/

"Understatement." Jackie confirmed before shaking her head and seeing that dress that looked a whole lot more whorey now than it had before. "I am never wearing that dress again."

"It was kinda hot, but I think you look better in a t-shirt." Trevor laughed softly as he gestured to the shirt she was wearing. "I am sorry about what happened between you and your boyfriend though. That sucks."

"Yeah." Jackie looked at the coffee again as her eyes filled with tears. "I mean who does that? Who is together with someone for years and then gets drunk and gets married?"

"Um well-"

"I mean how sick-"

"Jackie-"

"No let me finish, how sick and twisted is that?" Jackie looked out the window. "Who just gets drunk goes to Vegas and marries a stripper?" Jackie shook her head before focusing back on him. "So can you take me home now?"

"I actually can't." Trevor laughed nervously. "You see I was kinda in a bind."

Jackie raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Why I was is um not important right now." Trevor looked away from her. "And you had just told me this story about how your boyfriend dumped you and got married in Vegas."

"Uh huh?" Jackie looked at him with her heart beating faster. She wasn't sure where he was going with this and it scared her more than she wanted to admit.

"And you were really mad."

That's it she was fed up. She wanted to know what was going on and she wanted to know now. She glared at him and raised her voice. "Get to the point already."

"Okay, okay." Trevor looked up at her. "Last night after we left the bar I was going to take you home, I swear. But then you started talking about how much you wanted to get married so I drove us to Vegas and um-" Trevor lifted his hand revealing a shell ring. "We got married last night Jackie."

A/N So should I continue with this? Let me know!