"Take my jacket, it's cold outside"

It was winter in Point Place, which meant the group was out doing everyone's favorite wintertime activity: getting high, then sledding down the big hill on the other side of town. Hey, everybody's got traditions, and this was one of theirs.

"Hey, do you think if I sled over that big bump, I'll get some air?" Michael was jumping up and down to stay warm.

"Kelso," Hyde started to say in that official tone he sometimes got when he was lying through his teeth. "Not only will you get some air, you'll probably have enough momentum to launch yourself into space." He turned around to Eric and Jackie, breaking into snickers.

"Aw, alright!" Kelso pumped his fist into the air. If anyone wanted to see the negative side affects of weed, they would just have to look at Michael, Jackie shook her head. She rubbed her hands together and blew on them, trying to get a little warmer. She'd been so out of it in the basement, she hadn't grabbed her jacket before they left for the hill.

"Okay, I'm about to make history, people!" Michael bellowed, backing up, then taking a running leap. He launched himself onto his sled and down the hill.

"Kelso, do not ruin your face!" Fez called worriedly. "That's your bread and butter!"

Jackie collapsed into giggles at that, leaning up against Hyde. God, pot is just the best! Everything feels a million times funnier! She couldn't stop laughing, but no one noticed. Circle time made them all a little….out of it.

"Damn, Jackie," Hyde shoved her upright. "You feel like a popsicle." Jackie just grinned, shrugging her shoulders and returning her gaze to Michael's still-retreating figure.

I wonder when the sled is gonna slow down, Jackie mused. I hope he doesn't hit those trees at the end of the field. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice Hyde draping his jacket over her, wrapping it tightly around her.

"Take my jacket," he grumbled. "It's cold outside." Jackie felt a goofy smile slide onto her face.

"Aw, Hyde," she squealed. "You're so sweet!" She leaned against him again. There was something about being high that just made her….softer. Easier to be around, probably. As she leaned into Hyde, enjoying the warmth from his jacket and from Hyde himself, she was surprised to feel his arm hook around her waist, pulling her closer. Maybe weed makes Hyde softer, too.