Becca Forman would rather not end up with one of her friends and risk ruining years worth of friendship, so naturally a strange series of events leads her do the exact opposite of what she wants: falling for Steven Hyde, the sex and rock music obses...
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Two Rundgren Bound (Sort Of)
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The first time that Becca Forman ever got drunk, it became instantly clear to her friends that she's a giggly drunk. She had only been a few drinks in before it had started hitting her, causing the small blonde to stumble around aimlessly, clutching her stomach as she laughed at anything and everything. She would hiccup and giggle. See a funny looking tree and giggle. Look at her brother's face, make a comment about how she's happy they don't look alike, and giggle. Being drunk seemed to give her this childlike wonder, her glassy eyes sparkling like a cartoon character's, and an infectious laughter bubbling past her lips.
Becca getting high gives pretty much the same response.
And this is why the blonde can be found sitting criss cross on the little red stool in the basement between Fez and Hyde giggling up a storm. A cloud of smoke hangs above their heads and a few of Becca's vanilla scented candles are burning steadily over on top of the washer near the basement stairs, which the teens seem to think will block any remnants of the marijuana from escaping upstairs where Red and Kitty could smell it. Hyde gives a chuckle as he passes off the joint to the blonde, watching in amusement as she takes her hit and her giggles start up again. This then causes a chain reaction of Fez, Hyde, Kelso, and Eric laughing. None of them are all too sure at what she was laughing at, but then again, they're all too far gone to really think too hard on it.
Normally, the four boys tend to do this on their own, but more often than not, Becca can be found making her way down into the basement when their stash is broken out. When Eric had first started holding the circle, he had been reluctant to let his baby sister join in on account of saying he didn't want to corrupt her. She called bullshit on that so fast. This had led to her arguing that it was technically her basement too and her friends, whether he liked it or not. She had also threatened to tell Red and knowing that Red's general threat of putting his foot up Eric's ass would be all too real if he found out about the weed, he had sort of clammed up and let her join. Hyde had called him a doormat for letting Tinkerbell walk all over him. Eric said he'd rather be a doormat than be killed by Red because he was, y'know, very anti-being-killed.
And now here they are.
Becca twirls some of her hair around her finger, admiring the way the curls spring back into place. Grinning across the table at her brother, she laughs. "My hair is so pretty and curly and pretty . . . Eric, maybe Donna would like you better with curly hair because then you'd be pretty like me!"
Across the circle, Eric — who tends to be a little more collected and sentient while high than his sister — just gives her a flat expression. "Yeah, thanks for the advice, Becca," he deadpans.
