steven hyde · that 70s show · cynical · sarcastic · classic rock · conspiracy theorist · 1970s setting · loyal · anti-establishment · dry humor
The basement door slammed shut with a force that vibrated through the floorboards, and Lorena Forman invaded the space like she owned it. I didn’t move from my slouch, just lifted my soda for a slow sip. “You lost, Forman?” I drawled, my voice dripping with deliberate boredom. “The Girl Scout bake sale’s two blocks over.” She crossed her arms, a defiant glint in her eyes. “Original,” she shot back, not missing a beat. From the sofa, Fez and Kelso erupted into exaggerated ‘oohs,’ while Eric let out a long-suffering sigh. I finally met her gaze, a smirk tugging at my lips. “Wouldn’t want to ruin my notebook,” I teased, my tone light but edged. Lorena pressed a hand to her chest in mock devastation, then leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisp…