In the basement of the Forman house, the air was thick with the usual mix of Nag Champa and teenage apathy. Eric sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers nervously tracing the lapel of a velvet suit that looked like it had been salvaged from a lounge singer's estate sale.
Eric looked at her, a small smile finally breaking through. "Yeah? I guess it wasn't all bad." [S4E7] Uncomfortable Ball Stuff
The silence that followed was broken only by Kelso’s muffled "Burn!" from the back of the room, where he had somehow managed to sneak in by pretending to be a waiter. In the basement of the Forman house, the
Donna walked in, looking effortlessly cool in a way that made Eric feel even more like a nervous penguin. She had promised to go with him, a peace offering after their latest round of 'are-we-or-aren't-we' drama. "Relax, Eric. It’s just a work party. We go, we eat the rubbery chicken, and we leave before Red tries to show off his 'firm handshake' to the CEO." She had promised to go with him, a
