Drabble Numero Uno!

Part of a "15 Halloween Drabbles" post on Tmblr, courtesy of the lovely db-z. :) She started me off with Beetlejuice and Lydia, naturally and the word prompt "Sugar Rush." So here it goes! 14 more to come! :)

Someone do me a favor and suggest the next. First suggestion wins! Here's the list -

Drabble prompts:

1) Spells

2) Trick or Treat

3) Pumpkin Carving

4) Eating Candy

5) Getting dressed up

6)Decorating

7) Scary Movies

8) Brewing

9) Storytelling

10) Halloween Party

11) Masquerade

12)Spider/Spiderwebs

13) Sugar Rush

14) Haunted House

15) Graveyard

Sugar Rush

She was high.

He had no idea on what but he was sure it was something he wanted no part of. Which, for him, was pretty damn surprising. Usually, he was up for anything, everything. But whatever had Lydia firmly in its grasp, he wanted no part of.

She was nearly dancing around her room, feet bare, hair down, hands waving around in the air, talking a mile a minute and only half of what she was saying he actually understood.

"I mean, really Beetlejuice, you would think that when I walked in the room there were spiders all over my head and all of the overhead lights were shattering and there were wolves following cats, following sheep, following me. It was ridiculous!"

"Um, Babes-," he tried interrupting, holding up a hand to interrupt as she breezed past him. She hopped up on her bed, kicking the blankets around as she walked across the mattress and jumped off the other side.

"And she was all 'oh, Lydia, you really shouldn't have come today' and I was all like 'Yes, Claire, I know. But I did, so bite me.' And then I got sent to the principal's office….to the PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!"

He winced, her shrill scream hurting his ears. "Yeesh, Lyds, what the hell-."

And then he noticed it. In a pile spilling off of her nightstand - wrappers. Empty wrappers. He grinned, shaking his head.

"Lyds, did you eat all of the Neitherworld Halloween candy?" he asked.

Finally, she stopped, blinking at him in confusion. "Not all of it."

And back she went to her agitated pacing, rattling on and on with no end to her sentences in sight. All of it or some - it didn't matter. Neitherworld candy wasn't something to mess around with. In hindsight, he probably should have told her that. One piece was about all you needed - for a month. Any more than that and the effect was profound. Most were created to make the dead feel alive again. Apparently, if you weren't dead, it just made you-.

"Way more alive," he muttered.

As she spun past him, he grabbed her shoulders and forced her to stop. "Do me a favor, would ya?"

Her brows furrowed, annoyance flashing across her porcelain features. "What."

Inspired, he leaned down and captured her pursed lips in a quick kiss. With a gasp, she stumbled back, clearly caught off guard.

"Call me back when you're done ridin' the Neitherworld Sugar Rush Express, would ya?"

Her lips turned up in a slow smile, a flush staining her cheeks a pretty color. "Um...sure, Beej."

"Later, Babes," he said, giving her a salute and a wink.

Third time's a charm and he was off with a cackle, feeling a bit of a rush himself. Kissing Lydia Deetz was a rush he could cheerfully compare to the effects of the candy. Only difference was - she tasted a hell of a lot better.