As always, Tim Burton, Nelvana, and Geffen Entertainment own Beetlejuice and all related characters/content. Not me. No suing teh Mewkey please.

This is meant to be a little more...real...I guess you could say. I don't know...I like so I'm going to share it with you.

Looking out over the bleak bar scene, Lydia sighed. Another boring night in another boring bar. She twirled the olive in her drink and wondered what the normal people in the world were doing. She looked across the bar and did a double take…she could SWEAR she just saw Beetlejuice sitting there. But no, that couldn't be.

Beetlejuice was in the Neitherworld. He couldn't be at the bar. She hadn't even seen him since her 18th birthday, and that was a good 10 years ago. She had gone away to college and he had gone about his business in the Neitherworld.

She finished her martini and hopped down off the stool, intending to go back to her hotel and drown her sorrows in her mini-bar. As she turned to leave a tip her favorite song came on the juke box. It shocked her, because it wasn't exactly the most popular song anymore.

She threw five bucks down on the bar and suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Wanna dance, babes?"

She spun around and saw Beetlejuice standing next to her. She was stunned into silence for a minute while he laughed at her shock.

"How can you possibly be here?!" Lydia finally blurted out.

"Funny how you forgot to send me back when you left for college," he said, his eyebrow raised. "I come here all the time. You're the one who's on my territory, babes."

A smile full of mischief played on his lips.

"You wanna dance or not?"

Lydia laughed and accepted his hand. BJ lead her out onto the dance floor.

"I have to say, Beej, you're looking good for a man who's been dead for 600 plus years." He had somehow lost weight (can the dead go on a diet?) and looked like he had actually taken a bath. He looked, if Lydia was honest with herself, absolutely delicious. "What have you been up to?"

"Been looking for someone to haunt the Neitherworld with me. Since you ran off and got all educated it's been pretty boring on my side of the mirror. What are you doing out here?"

"Fresh from an exhibition of my photos at one of the smaller galleries. Thought I'd check out the bar scene before heading back to my hotel."

"Still livin' in that house in Connecticut?"

"Yep."

"Chuck and Delia still giving you grief?"

"No, actually. They moved back to the city and left me the house."

Beetlejuice snorted as he twirled her around.

"Old Chuckie's braving the big, bad city again."

Lydia giggled as BJ dipped her.

"This is just too weird, to run into you in NYC of all places!" Lydia said.

"You know me babes; I'm just full of surprises!"

"Surprises…you know I love them!" Lydia joked.

For the next 3 hours they didn't leave the dance floor except to get a drink. They danced their way through all the best the jukebox had to offer, and some of the worst as well. They even played a little Harry Belafonte for the sake of nostalgia. Before Lydia knew it, it was 3AM and she was pretty drunk. BJ had just played her favorite song again. She flopped onto a bar stool as the song ended and laughed.

"Woo, Beej, you're gonna have to take me home! If I dance much more my back's gonna crack."

"Where are ya staying?"

"Plaza."

"Woo hoo…swanky!"

Beetlejuice went outside to hail a cab as Lydia took care of the tab. BJ came back in and had to catch Lydia, who almost fell as she attempted to exit the club.

"Whoa, Lyds, slow down!"

She just laughed. She caught his hand and pulled him out.

Once in the cab, they talked about old times. Lydia felt better than she had in a long time. Here she was, with her former best friend, having the time of her life. Here was a man who actually understood her. Here was a man who was…starting to look more and more attractive to her as the cab ride went on.

Whether it was the drinks or the pent up and held back emotions of a long lost teenager Lydia could never say for certain, but something made her throw her arms around Beetlejuice and kiss him. Her searching lips encountered no resistance at first, and she felt his snake-like tongue tease hers for a moment. But he soon broke the embrace.

"No."

"Why not, Beej? You can't say you're not thinking it too."

"Well yeah, babes. But…it's not right. You've had a few too many."

"So have you. And I'm not taking no for an answer."

She pressed her body against his and kissed him again. He resisted, trying to push her off. But there was no budging her. Finally, he twined his arms around her and gave in to the desire they both felt.

Too soon they pulled up to the Plaza. Lydia threw what she later found out was a hundred dollar bill in the front seat and threw herself out of the cab.

In the hotel lobby she and BJ couldn't keep their hands off each other. They barely made it into the elevator. A couple that had been waiting made to get in behind them. BJ let go of Lydia long enough to spin his head around and shoot them the most evil of dirty looks. The snakes coming out of his head added a nice touch. The couple elected to wait for another car, and BJ and Lydia were left alone.

BJ kissed and nibbled at Lydia's neck as she fought with his tie and the buttons on his shirt. His hands slid up underneath her suddenly extremely short dress and she moaned into his neck, wrapping her right leg around his waist.

The elevator pinged as they reached her floor. They quickly got themselves together as the doors opened, Lydia's dress resuming its normal length. They very nearly ran down the hall to her room.

She fumbled with her room key as BJ held her from behind and nibbled on her ear. After several minutes frantic work she succeeded in opening the door. She dropped her pocket book and keys on the floor and slammed the door shut. Beetlejuice threw her on the bed and "juiced" her clothes off. She pulled him on top of her as he "juiced" his own clothes into oblivion.