Hyde's dad, Bud, had decided to let him throw a kegger for a Christmas party. On the surface, everything was goin' great. Alice Cooper blaring on the hi-fi, everyone seeming to have a blast... Except for Hyde himself. He extracted himself from the clingy, amazonish blonde who had been leeching onto him for the past hour and decided to go check on his friends. The girl was pretty but... Well, he just couldn't get a certain tiny little brunette out of his mind... He smirked as he saw Donna, her arms folded, glaring at Fez, Kelso and Eric, who were sitting on the floor, drunk off their butts. "You takin' the three stooges home?" he laughed. "Yeah, guess there's no choice in that matter..." she sighed. Suddenly, it struck him who wasn't there, and he knew he had to make his exits... "Uh, well, good luck..." he said quickly, running off. Donna looked at him weirdly and rolled her eyes, reaching down to help Eric up. "Come on, Moe... help me get Curly and Larry to the Vista Cruiser..." Jackie was sitting in the midst of about 7 or so guys, all of whom seemed intent on plying her with booze. She had never been able to hold her liquor very well, and was now sitting kind of dazed and giggly... "I think that's enough for tonight..." Hyde suggested gently, taking the cup from her. "Ohhh, Steven! You're here..." she grinned widely. "Yeah, I'm here..." he smiled softly at her. "Good..." she nodded. "By the way... who are these guys?" she stage-whispered. "Ahhhh... not sure..." he admitted. "Why don't we---" "Look, buddy, the hottie is with us." "The lady is with me, and that's the end of it!" Hyde growled, grabbing Jackie's wrist to pull her over his shoulder. "C'mon..." he sighed, walking back with her to his bedroom... By the time he had gotten into his bedroom, flicked on the lights and shut the door again, he realized Jackie's hands had slid into his pockets... "You know, Steven... You have a great butt..." she laughed a bit drunkenly. "Back atcha, doll." he chuckled, patting her behind gently before dropping her on the bed. "You'd probably better crash here tonight..." he nodded firmly. A tiny blush crept into his cheeks when he noticed what an enticing picture she made, lying there on his bed, looking at him. Her sooty eyelashes fluttering seductively, her smile sweet and sleepy... Suddenly, he shook himself out of it. "No... that would be wrong... Besides, she doesn't feel like you, remember?" "Ah, why don't I give you one of my shirts?" he asked quickly, rushing to the drawer and tossing a psychedelic button-up shirt at her and turning around. Jackie started fumbling with the buttons, starting to grunt in aggravation, her drunkenness inhibiting her motor-skills... "Steven? Could you help me?" "What?" he asked, turning around. He shook his head when he saw she'd only gotten one button undone. "Aw, c'mere..." he sighed, quickly undoing the buttons going down the front of her dress, slipping it off her shoulders and putting the shirt on her. "Pink lace skivvies?" he teased. "Like 'em?" she slurred, tugging impatiently at her boots. "Here, lemme..." he sighed, quickly taking her boots off and slipping her under the covers. "Go to sleep." he said gently, dropping a kiss on her forehead. "Don't leave me..." she said in a small, childlike voice. "Okay, I'm here." he relented, slipping off his boots and shirt and sliding in next to her. Taking fast hold of his hand, she pulled his arm around her waist, clasping his hand firmly to her as she went to sleep... part 2 back to fiction |
| Keg Party NC-17 |