One hour later and BJ's predicament had not improved. He was sick of sitting in this traffic, he was going to have to deal with Jacques when he finally got back, he wanted to talk to Lydia, and to top it all off he desperately needed to take a leak.
BeetleJuice: "Ohh man. I'll never drink again. He said as he bit his lip and gripped the steering wheel harder.
Thirty minutes later back at the Roadhouse, Jacques is watching Ginger perform her newly perfected tap-dancing when they hear the sound of rubber burning as a car slammed to a stop in front of the house.
Ginger: "Awww he's back and I was just getting into it. Ginger moaned in dismay
Jacques: "I promise Ginger zhat I will watch ze rest of your performance aftair I ave spoken with Be-atlejoose.
Jacques approached the door only to have it slammed into his face by a frantic BeetleJuice.
BeetleJuice: "Scummin through!" he yelled and flew up the stairs while Ginger tried to pry a lifeless Jacques off of the wall.
The bathroom door slammed against the opposite wall as BeetleJuice barged in only to freeze in mid-air at the site before him.
BeetleJuice: "LYDZ!"
Lydia screamed in shock and covered herself with a towel as BeetleJuice stood frozen to the spot, staring at the pearly-skinned beauty before him temporarily forgetting all ailments until the pain seized him more forcefully and he was reminded with vivid clarity of the fullness of his straining bladder. So close and yet so far. He crossed his legs and began frantically searching for an explanation to calm Lydia and get rid of her before sheer desperation caused him to forget her presence in favor of relief.
Lydia: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Lydia surveyed the ghost before her taking in the sweat breaking out across his forehead, his frantic movements, his crossed legs, and his clenched fists. He was biting his lip in pure agony. She realized that for once his intents and his hasty mistake were completely innocent.
BeetleJuice: "I had a fight with Jacques, got a few drinks, and then there was traffic, and ohh God Lydz I'VE GOTTA PISS.
He ducked around her and ran for the can as Lydia left closing the door behind her. Muffled moans of relief reached her ears and as usual she couldn't help but laugh at his antics. She found that she could never stay mad at him for long.
Several minutes later a more relaxed and considerably lighter BeetleJuice reappeared from the bathroom in search of Lydia.
BeetleJuice: "Oh shit. What am I gonna do now?" he wondered as he pulled at his hair. He hadn't meant to barge in but now that he had he couldn't shake the image of her from his mind. "What now genius?", he thought to himself as he knocked on her door and prepared himself for the wrath of the raven-haired beauty within.