*Red And Kitty Are Having Problems*

*Red and Kitty are having problems*

Hyde: You two just need to bone.

Eric: *panic*

Red: What did you say?

Eric, whispering: Don't say it again.

Hyde: I said you two need to bone.

Red: How. Dare. You. Steven J. Hyde. I PUT A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD!

*5 minutes later*

Red: BONE?!

*10 minutes later*

Red: What happens in my bedroom, Steven, is none of your business.

*21 minutes later*

Red: BONE?!

*40 minutes later*

Red: Don't ever speak to me like that again. [leaves the room]

Eric: Why would you do that?

Hyde: Now he knows, problem solved. You're welcome.

How are you? How are you doing? Hope you're doing well!

hey hun,

my allergies are trying to kill me, but other than that i'm doing okay :) thanks for asking xx hope you're doing okay as well 💖

Donna: Fuck the patriarchy!

Jackie: Yes, fuck the patriarchy!

*hours later*

Donna: Jackie, when I said "fuck the patriarchy", I didn't mean "fuck Hyde".

Jackie: But he's a man, isn't he part of the patriarchy?

i almost missed jackie's birthday, i'm a terrible fan 😂

anyway, happy birthday to my queen, fashion icon, the best cheerleader, the love of my life and my comfort character 💖

and remember... she's an icon, she's a legend and she is the moment!

Jackie: I was born for politics.

Jackie: I have great hair, and I love lying.

*part 4 here*

Donna, watching Hyde: Tell me, when are you going to finally take that poor guy back?

*they were at the pool, and Hyde was glaring at every living being that dared to look at Jackie*

Jackie: Maybe in a week, maybe in a month, maybe never. Who's to say?

Donna: Unbelievable. This has been going on for over a month now, aren't you tired?

Jackie: Let me think for a sec... [pause] No, I'm not.

Donna: Oh, c'mon Jackie.

Jackie: He literally asked for this, you can't even blame me. Besides, I'm not doing anything too drastic.

Donna: Yesterday you made him sing Tiny Dancer... in front of everybody! [smirks] Thanks for that, by the way.

Jackie: You're welcome.

Donna: But, seriously, are you really gonna take him back?

Jackie, sighing: Only when I can look into his eyes without feeling like the rag doll he poked for fun.

Donna:

Donna: Ouch.

Jackie: Yeah, that sounds so depressing... [pause] I think I'm gonna need another martini.