The Continuing Irony of Steven Hyde

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The front door opens and half a Hyde appears - dressed in jeans, his plaid jacket, and a black Bruce Lee ringer that is certainly superfly. The other half of him is still in the Point Place on the other side of the door, and he's holding onto the handle as he shouts something back into that other reality -

"I'M LEAVING, EDNA! PUT A FUCKING SOCK IN IT!"

He slams the door behind him, shaking his head and muttering "Christ!" That's when he looks up and sees where he is.

It produces only mild confusion before he shrugs it off, clomping over to the bar and ordering up one of Satan's Cherry Pops.

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Hyde points his thumb towards the door, shrugging a bit of a shoulder.

"Just got here from home, man. Totally wasn't expecting to wind up here. It's funny how that happens."

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Zeke laughs.

"Least you walk through a door. I just...who the hell knows what, and I pop up."

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Hyde raises an eyebrow. "Really, man? You just materialize?" He tears open the Baby Ruth, snickering. "What, does someone rub the fucking lamp and you turn all genie on them?"

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Zeke shrugs.

"Got no idea, kid. I'm there. I'm here. I'm usually holding my gun, though, but I haven't figured out the connection because I've shined the thing plenty of times and, uh, nobodies popped out so far."

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Hyde takes a bite and grins. "Well, I guess since yer dead, transportation isn't really an issue. Kind of a handy thing that way."

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Zeke shakes his head emphatically.

"No way, kid. It's an issue. It's a huge fricking issue. I get thirty bucks a day, I haven't had a car since I sent the last one to Hell, and the Damned don't exactly plan around the bus routes."

He grumbles mildly.

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Hyde sighs and nods. "Feel your pain, man. I really do. I've never had a car, if it makes you feel any better. And I may as well live in the sticks."

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"I used to have a car. Nice car, a convertible. Smooth as silk to drive, leather interior..."

He's got a dreamy expression.

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"You bastard," Hyde growls. Although he growls with a smile, if that's possible.

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Zeke barks out a laugh.

"Hey, right back at you, kid. I payed for that thing through the nose. I was a cop, remember? And a clean one."

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Hyde chomps on his Baby Ruth bar and points at Zeke.

"See, man, that's the trouble with you. Were you into donuts, too?"

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Zeke gives him a Look.

"There is nothing wrong with donuts."

He sips his beer.

"But I liked pretzels better, personally. With mustard and everything."

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"I like pretzels and donuts, but I also wasn't a cop," grins Hyde. The Baby Ruth bar is officially over - he made short work of it.

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"Wasn't? You dead now, kid, you're in the past tense?"

He's grinning, though.

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Hyde shrugs. "Whatever. I think I'm still hungover. Got sent home from school today."

He's still grinning, too.

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"For being hungover?"

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"Yeah. Well. Everyone said I looked like shit today." Hyde shakes his head in very real disbelief. "Which I seriously don't get. I looked fine. Anyway, my mom, uh...works for the school, and the nurse asked her if I could go home early, and she said yes."

He shrugs again.

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He smirks and sips his beer.

"You get drunk here or at home?"

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"Both."

Speaking of, Hyde's eyeing Zeke's beer. This is no surprise to anyone.

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Zeke orders another and slides it over.

"Little bastard."

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"That's what they say," Hyde smirks, raising it to him. Let's say it's a bottle. He takes a long swig and leans back with a sigh, looking around the joint.

"Sure beats the basement." Tonight, anyway.

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"I wouldn't be caught alive in your basement."

He smirks.

"And I provide chocolate at no cost."

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"'S not my basement I'm talking about. It's Forman's. My house has a crawl space...sorta. It's not exactly what I'd call a basement, man."

Hyde digs out his cigarettes, a pack of Marlboro reds. "Do you smoke? Can't remember if you do or not."

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Zeke shrugs.

"Ain't gonna kill me, kid."

He holds out a hand.

"I'd quit for Rosalyn, but uh...not so much an issue at the moment."

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Hyde drops a ciggie into his hand, pulling out one for himself as well. He throws the pack on the bar.

"Who's Rosalyn, man?"