RORI POV:
"I Hate you." Donna said punching Eric in the shoulder. "Ouch!" Eric laughed, pulling her closer to place a gentle kiss on her neck. I had just came into the basement after a long day of working at the local carnival. Eric Forman's basement always seemed like the place to go. It was a typical summer day. Fez, Kelso, Jackie, Hyde, and Donna were already there when I arrived. "Yo, Rori. What's up?" Kelso asked, giggling like a loon. "Already high without me, huh guys?" "Duh. Get here sooner next time, then maybe you can have some." Hyde said patting the seat next to him. "Or, I can work so I can buy you morons more weed." I said with a snort, placing a small bag on the coffee table. "Nice! We can stay high all weekend with this shit!" Eric said gleefully. "Yeah, we can stay high until her next payday!" Kelso said. I rolled my eyes. "You do realize that I won't always be the one putting out, right?" "But you are now doll, so thanks for that." Hyde said with a wink and a smirk. I rolled my eyes, shoving his shoulder. "Back the fuck off Hyde." I opened the small bag and rolled myself a joint.
Hyde offered me a light, I was more than grateful, I had misplaced my lighter earlier in the day. I took a long drag from it. "God, that job is sucking my soul away." I sighed, exhaling the smoke. I leaned on his shoulder, thankful to be sitting down finally. "So, quit." He said wrapping his arm around my shoulder. My head was getting swimmy already, this shit was really good. I laughed, cuddling into his side. "Tempting, but you know I can't. Someone has got to pay the rent." I said closing my eyes. I had only slept three hours the previous night, I got to pick up a few extra hours. If I was lucky I could have enough money and time to go to a concert with the gang this weekend, they didn't know that I knew they were going. "Your dad still in prison?" Hyde asked. "Yep." I said puffing a little smoke on the 'p'. "Moms still out on that bender?" I laughed gently, didn't realize I had opened such a painful topic. "Let's talk about how great this weed is instead." I said, redirecting the conversation away from the truth about my life. I passed him the blunt after taking a long hit off it. He took a hit and returned it to me. He gave an appreciative nod. I smiled and patted his chest. I was exhausted from work and ready to keel over from sleep deprivation. After two or three hits I passed out against the warm calming feeling of Hyde at my right side. His gentle presence was a source of immeasurable comfort to me as I drifted off to sleep.
