HYDE POV:

She came into the basement at the same time she normally did. I never liked to admit it, but I always looked forward to her arrival. She removed the baseball cap and ponytail that she wore on the job, running her hand through her soft dark curls. "Yo, Rori! What's up?" Kelso asked, the moron was giggling uncontrollably. She rolled her eyes looking around the room. "Already high without me, huh guys?" "Duh. Get here sooner next time, then maybe you can have some." I said with a playful sneer, patting the seat beside me. She flopped down beside me, crossing her long tan legs. Her skirt hitched up a little, revealing her thigh. "Or," she said with a pointed look at me, "I can work so I can buy you morons more weed." She snorted in irritation placing a small bag of weed on the coffee table. Eric leaned in admiring it. "Nice! We can stay high all weekend with this shit!" "Yeah, we can stay high until her next payday!" The moronic ape sitting off to my left didn't mean to offend her, but she rolled her eyes and scoffed. "You do realize that I won't always be the one putting out, right?" She snapped at Kelso. "But you are now doll, so thanks for that." I smirked, sending her a seductive wink. She rolled her eyes, shoving my shoulder. "Back the fuck off Hyde." I smiled at her playfully. She began rolling herself a joint. After she finished it I offered her a light. She gladly accepted inhaling deeply.

"God, that job is sucking my soul away." She sighed, leaning on my shoulder heavily. "So, quit." I said wrapping my arm around her shoulder. She chuckled, cuddling into my side. "Tempting, but you know I can't. Someone has got to pay the rent." "Your dad still in prison?" I asked. "Yep." She puffed a little smoke on the 'p'. "Moms still out on that bender?" She snort laughed. "Let's talk about how great this weed is instead." She said, rerouting the conversation. She passed me the blunt after taking a long draw from it. I took a hit off it, returning it to her. She smiled and patted my chest. She was obviously exhausted from work, her clothes were disheveled, and her eyes lacked that quick witted spark that was normally there. After two or three hits she was zonked out hard on my shoulder. "She seems like she's dead on her feet these days." Eric said pulling Donna against his chest. "Yeah, she's gonna waste her smokin' hotness on that job." Kelso said smiling like an idiot. Jackie chimed in, "That's what being poor gets you. Be thankful Michael, you'll never have to worry about that with me, I'll always be smoking hot." Her very presence grated on my nerves in a way that no human ever had. "Not all of us can live off of daddy's money." Donna said. She was so beautiful laying on my chest, for the first time in months all the worry was gone from her face.