Disclaimer & A/N: Hopefully, you know I don't own it. I wouldn't have screwed season 8 up so badly…

I'd Really Love to See You Tonight

Chapter 10 – I Was Thinking

The group continued eating, as Hyde worried about what Kitty was doing. He hated worrying, but this was Kitty and Fez. That just couldn't be good.

Kitty came back into the room a bit later with drinks on a tray. Hyde eyed both Kitty and Fez suspiciously.

"What, Steven?" Kitty asked, in her "innocent" voice that always told everyone that she was as guilty as sin.

Hyde just looked at her, eyebrow raised. "Nothin', Mrs. Forman," he replied. He was on to her. And she knew it. But neither of them said anything else about it… Not for now, anyway.

Kitty handed out margaritas, strangely deliberate about who she was giving them to. Hyde was even more suspicious, but he figured Kitty wasn't going to poison him, so why not?

He took a sip and didn't taste anything out of the ordinary that he could think of, so he proceeded to drink more. It was really good.

He settled down, almost feeling his nerves relax. This was kinda nice. So nice, in fact that he asked for another drink, and then another.

Hyde tried to stand up, but suddenly felt dizzy and realized how much tequila was in his system. Had he really had that many? He looked at the others as they left… Donna he knew for a fact had partaken of the same number of margaritas as he had, and she was only a little tipsy.

And then he realized that Jackie couldn't walk straight either. Something was very… weird about this.

Dammit. Mrs. Forman had to have doubled the tequila. How had he missed that?

He knew he'd been paying a lot of attention to Jackie, but dear God, he had no idea it had been that bad. So bad that he didn't even notice an extra shot or two of tequila in his margarita? That was pretty bad.

Jackie stumbled toward the kitchen to call someone to come get her, but before she made it, she tripped and fell onto the couch beside Steven. "Hi, Steven!" she exclaimed in the most high-school-cheerleaderish voice she had used in years.

"Hey, Jackie," he replied, as Zen as a very drunk Hyde could be. "Um…" he said, suddenly feeling very stupid… but in the way that he didn't mind as long as he was drunk or high. "You're drunk…"

She wrinkled her nose at him. "So're you…"

He nodded. "Uh-huh… I know…"

She smiled. "Steven… You remember when we were in high school and we used to sit in the Circle, and…"

Hyde nodded. "Yep… Do I ever."

She grinned wickedly. "We should do that again sometime."

Hyde gave her a half smile, "Yeah," he said, though he wasn't quite sure she really meant that. She was flying pretty high on that tequila as it stood, and to add weed to tequila… As fun as it would be… He didn't know if he'd be able to handle his former girlfriend at that point.

Kitty walked into the room, noticing Jackie pressed into what looked like a very uncomfortable position at Steven's side. "Um… Kids," she said, her face clearly saying that her plans were working out just like she'd wanted them to.

Hyde and Jackie both looked up at Kitty. "Yeah?" Hyde asked.

"I think you two are a little too drunk to drive tonight," Kitty said, adding her signature laugh.

Hyde groaned. He knew exactly where this was going, even in his drunken state. Kitty was going to make the two of them stay overnight. Dammit. He really didn't need to be in the same house with Jackie at night. It just couldn't be a good idea.

But he was too tired and drunk to protest. But still. He knew this couldn't be good. He tried to stand up, but he really didn't want to. His head would hate him for it. So he just looked at Mrs. Forman almost helplessly. "Just stay there, Steven," she said, smiling.

Jackie scrambled for the other end of the couch, almost as if afraid of being so close to him. He didn't move until Mrs. Forman handed him a blanket, and even then, he just pulled it over himself, curled up into a ball and rested his head on the arm of the couch. Jackie did the same at the other end. Hyde's legs were cramped, but he wouldn't move. The last time he'd slept that close to Jackie… things had been a lot different then. A lot different.

He closed his eyes, slowly beginning to doze off, when he heard her voice softly say, "Steven?"