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

"Fuck."

They had forgotten to close the drapes the night before. Bright sunlight poured through the windows. There was a knock at the door.

"Double fuck."

They had also neglected to put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. And housekeeping apparently wanted to clean the room.

Lydia, her hair a rat's nest, fumbled on the floor for something to put on while she shouted for housekeeping to hold on a minute. The only bit of clothing she could lay hands on was a t-shirt that didn't even begin to cover what she needed to cover. She pulled the sheet off the bed and made a makeshift toga.

Lydia told housekeeping she wouldn't be requiring their services and stumbled into the bathroom. The mirror on the door afforded her a view of a groaning Beetlejuice slowly becoming conscious in the puddle of sunlight on the bed. He sat up blinking and caught sight of her in the mirror. Lydia managed a sheepish grin and he dropped his gaze. Lydia felt herself blush and closed the bathroom door.

"Close the drapes!" she called to him, trying to sound normal as she fought off qualms of nausea.

She winced as pain lanced through her head. She heard BJ close the curtains and lay back down. She splashed some cold water on her face and left the bathroom.

"Why in hell did I drink so much…" she sighed as she stumbled back to the bed. She flopped down and Beetlejuice jumped up.

"What are you doing?" she asked. She was suddenly very self conscious.

"Well, I mean…I should be going. You know, lots to do on the other side. Got a lot of scams going right now and…"

His voice trailed off as he looked at the wall behind Lydia's head.

"Oh." She said. "Well…ok, well…you know…look me up sometime…or something."

She rolled over and buried her head in the pillows. She didn't want him to see the tears stinging her eyes. Truth was, no matter how drunk she was the night before, she didn't regret what they had done. It hurt that he seemed to.

Beetlejuice got dressed, and Lydia didn't move from where she lay. She was waging war against the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. And thanks to her hangover she was losing miserably. Finally she sat up, her eyes noticeably red.

"Hey listen, BJ, I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have…"

"No no, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let you do all that. What kind of friend am I anyway?"

He sat down on the bed and pulled his boots on.

"It's just…" Lydia began. "It's just…well hell, I always wanted to do that."

"Erm…wha?" Beetlejuice was stunned.

"Yeah. When I was 12, you were fun. You were exciting. And I lived in BFE, know what I mean? Not much going on around there. But when I got older, well…I fell in love with you. You were the only person who really 'got' me. And you were just as weird as I was, hah hah! I never thought you would ever see me as anything but a little girl, so when I went away to college I decided it was time to cut you loose. And I tried to get over it, but I never did. So last night…it was great. And I don't regret it, but I am sorry I pushed you into it."

Tears coursed down her face. She looked up at him, willing him to say something…ANYTHING…to break this silence now that she had stopped talking.

He crawled up the bed, smiling, and kissed her nose.

Lydia smiled as Beetlejuice folded her into his arms.

"You know, babes, I have the best hangover cure."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

Lydia giggled as he began to tickle her. He undid her makeshift toga and threw the sheet over both of them.

"Oh you'll find out." He replied.

Lydia kept giggling until BJ made it incredibly difficult for her to make anything but rough, animalistic noises.

"Oh! Dear GOD…!"

"No need to call me God, babes. I already KNOW I'm good!"

All in all, it hadn't been such a bad night at the bar. And the morning after was so, so sweet.