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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[pinciottihottie.livejournal.com]

"s'cool...."

her face darkens somewhat..

"hey, Hyde, ....you know, about last time...I really like you Hyde, and....*she pauses, with a look that seems to admit some kind of defeat* I'd be lying if I said I didn't like what happened, but now there's tension...and...I guess I just want to make sure things are alright."

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Hyde chews on his lower lip for a moment.

Then he leans forward in earnestness. This is a side of Hyde that doesn't come out often, but it's there. He still has the safety of his shades to hide behind.

"Donna, man...do you want things to be alright? 'Cause, I mean..." He nods slowly. "Things are really alright. With me."

"Alright" can take on a lot of meanings, apparently.

[pinciottihottie.livejournal.com]

Donna is torn between choosing what she wants to hear and acknowledging the many possible meanings of what he says.

She looks down and once again transfers her anxieties to another poor defenseless onion ring

Deciding that its not about multiple interpretations, or making it what she wants to hear, but about him being as ok with it as he can be with it.

still she remains silent for a moment.

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Hyde figures it'll become...what it's meant to become.

Or some shit like that. He changes the subject, digging a pack of Marlboro reds from his jacket and holding them out to her wordlessly.

[OOC: Are you still there?]

[pinciottihottie.livejournal.com]

Donna's brow furrows for a moment, but decides to take one.

"Thanks man"

She places it gently between her pouty lips and pulls out a lighter, she flicks it a few times but it appears to be dead.

"Shit, Can I have a light?"

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Hyde slides a cigarette out for himself...then he reaches over with his hugely flaming (heh) lighter and c'mon baby, lights her fire.

He's awfully close there. But not too close. If you know what I mean.

[pinciottihottie.livejournal.com]

Close enough to smell him, and she's already come to associate that with (however "unwanted")warm fuzzies. The corner of her mouth twitches, wanting to smile but suppresses it.

"Thanks....*she gropes for something to talk about, god why does this have to be so awkward?* so....do you have any more of that weed?

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Hyde takes a drag. "Yeah, 'course I do. Lots of other weird shit, too. People are absurdly generous here."

He smiles, and it's a nice smile. Nice, but a little reserved.

[pinciottihottie.livejournal.com]

"Really? I haven't really anyone outside of you and that bouncer guy since I've got here. What do they give you?"

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Hyde snickers, tapping ash into the ashtray. "Mostly a lot of weed, man. And you'd be surprised how easy it is to get someone to buy you a beer."

He looks her over...his eyes following that hair, and the slope of those shoulders. But he doesn't let them stray to her boobs. He forces them back to her face before that happens. "You wanna go up to my room and smoke a little? I've got at least two kinds you'll never find anywhere else."

[pinciottihottie.livejournal.com]

-unnnnnnnnnnnnnngh no no no,must'nt succumb...mustn't succumb....- a sudden wave of ache sweeps over donna's body. again. needless to say its been plaguing her ever since their last smoke.

Speaking of which, she takes a drag saturated in freudian logic

"sure, that was great weed."

-DAMMIT-

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Hyde smiles like it's the most natural thing in the world...Donna coming up to his sty of a room. Yep. He stands.

"Cool." The cigarette's dangling from his mouth as he stuffs the cigarettes back into his jacket pocket and starts for the stairs (http://www.livejournal.com/users/andmisterhyde/2685.html).