"Have fun"

Hyde hated a lot of things. Hell, hating things was practically his job. But there were few things he hated more than disco. It was possibly the worst "art" form ever created, and yet it was still monstrously popular. Luckily, he had molded his friends' music tastes; they all listen to Zeppelin, the Stones….real music. So, that's why he was so shocked when everybody wanted to go to some disco club up in Kenosha.

"But-but we all hate disco!" Hyde was struggling to come up with an argument.

"Speak for yourself, Hyde," Jackie rolled her eyes, cuddling closer to Kelso's side.

"Ok yeah, disco sucks," Eric was in lecture mode, already gesturing wildly. "But A: it's in Kenosha, which means Red and my mom can't walk in on us at any time." he wrapped an arm around Donna's waist, yanking her closer as she giggled. Hyde could feel his face getting red. "And B," Eric turned back to Hyde. "It'll be fun, man! Anything's fun when we're all together!"

"Shut up," Hyde grumbled, but he knew he had lost this round. Great; now I get to see Forman feel Donna up in a whole other city. While disco crap plays. Awesome.

Friday came too soon for Hyde's taste, and before he knew it, they were all loaded up in the Vista Cruiser and on their way to the gates of Hell: a disco.

"Can't I just wait outside in the car?" Hyde moaned. Fez and Donna each had a hold on one of his arms, dragging him towards the door.

"If you just let go and feel the rhythm of the music, you will surely enjoy yourself," Fez said earnestly, as if Hyde really wanted to "feel the rhythm of the music."

"Yeah, Hyde," Donna's eyes were sparkling with laughter. Hyde felt weak at the knees; Donna was the only girl that made him feel like this, the only girl that he would allow to drag him into a disco. So, he went with it, reluctantly making his way through the club to the bar. Sliding $5 to the bartender, Hyde managed to score himself a beer and a front-row seat to his friends' idiocy. Donna and Eric were managing to dance normally, but Kelso? He was a flailing mess, hopping up and down and narrowly missing punching Jackie in the face. He turned around to scam another beer out of the bartender when he felt a presence at his elbow.

"Michael has got to be the most uncoordinated person I have ever met," Jackie blew out a breath, sweeping her hair off her neck and fanning her cheeks.

"Gotta admit," Hyde smirked. "It would be pretty damn funny if he hit someone." Jackie rolled her eyes and, to Hyde's surprise, tugged his beer bottle out of his hand and took a swig. "Jackie, what the-

"Oh, shut up, Hyde," she pressed the bottle back into his hands. "My throat was dry."

Hyde grimaced at her. There was something about Jackie that always rubbed him the wrong way; to be more specific, she didn't bother him. Oh sure, she did things that drove him crazy….except that they didn't. If any other chick had swiped his beer like that he would've freaked. But Jackie? Eh. That was just Jackie. Hyde couldn't figure out what it was, but he figured it was just some sort of Freudian response to the fact that she was a hot chick. Nothing deep.

"Hey, I know you're busy brooding over the downfall of popular music," Jackie's shrill tone cut through his thoughts. "But if you just relax for once, I think you might kinda enjoy this."

"Enjoy disco?" Hyde scoffed. Never gonna happen.

"Have fun," Jackie smiled, eyes all sparkly and full of laughter. "You don't have to be so serious all the time." And with that, she grabbed his hand, yanking him out onto the dance floor with her.

"Jackie, what are you doing?" Hyde was trying to summon up some anger, but he couldn't do it; she was bouncing in front of him like a little puppy and he couldn't yell at her.

"Ah, Hyde my friend," Fez yelled over the music. "I see you have succumbed to the disco!"

"Yeah, something like that," Hyde called back, reluctantly bobbing his head to the music. He watched Fez grab Jackie's hands, both of them twirling around and laughing like maniacs. Succumbed to disco? Hyde thought to himself. More like succumbed to Jackie.