With blush tinted cheeks from the pervious gesture of Beetlejuice bopping her nose, Lydia had to take a moment to think before asking, "Who is it that we'd be scaring?"
"Who ever you'd like, babe." He replied point blank. "But I would like to stop on by to that punk ass down the street. I wanna scare him real bad."
"Oh yeah? What's his deal?" Lydia questioned with a small smirk, wondering who Beetlejuice, of all people, would think to call a 'punk ass'.
"His name is Vincent Brewster. Thinks he's king of everything." Beetlejuice snorted and looked through the blinds of his window as if the guy was standing right outside. "Yeah. KING OF THE FUCKIN TRASH CAN!"
He shook his head. "What a loser. Gets my panties in a real twist, ya know?"
A pair of red and blue polka-dotted boxers appeared in mid air and twisted as if invisible water was being rung out. That made Lydia giggle. However she hoped that those weren't his actual pair of underwear.
"Wait a minute Beetlejuice," she piped up after her fit of giggles, "what did you say his name was again?"
"Vincent Brewster."
Lydia's eyes went wide. Brewster? He couldn't be related to Claire Brewster could he? She had never overheard Claire talk about a deceased brother or relative before... But then again, there wasn't a lot of things she really knew about Claire.
"Know him, babes?" Beetlejuice asked with a raised eyebrow, leaning forward with his hands in his pockets.
Lydia shrugged. "No...I was wondering if he was related to Claire."
Beetlejuice shrugged as well and grabbed the girl's hand to pull her towards the front door again. "Let's go then!"
"There he is..." Beetlejuice peeked his head over a pile of trash bags and narrowed his eyes.
Vincent Brewster was hanging out with a few of his friends on the sidewalk. The teenage corpse had light blue skin, darkened eyes and pale, almost white hair.
"How'd he die?" Lydia asked in a soft voice, creeping up next to Beetlejuice.
The ghoul smirked. "Steroids. Guess the fool took too many. Not my problem they didn't work." He snickered in gesture that the corpse had little muscle. "Now watch this, Lyds."
With that, Beetlejuice disappeared all together.
She waited for something to happen, and after a short moment, there was a scream.
Vincent's fingers began to melt right off and onto the ground! The young corpse shrieked, perplexed and terrified of what was happening to his hands. "W-What the fuck?! Guys h-help!"
But, his not-so-loyal entourage fled the scene as fast as possible– knowing all too well who was the cause for this.
Vincent stepped back, but something caused him to trip, and the boy fell face first into the sludge that once was his fingers. With a disgusted groan, he pulled himself up and after wiping his face, he just so happened to glance back down at that sludge puddle— and a sandworm, bearing a shiny set of razor sharp teeth, was staring right back at him in the reflection.
"AHHH!" Vincent flung himself backwards before scurrying to his feet to run away. Unfortunately, the corpse did not stop to notice that his fingers were back to normal, and that there was no sandworm chasing him— he simply kept running and running.
Beetlejuice burst out laughing, standing before Lydia once again. "What do ya think, babes? Ain't he an asshole or what? Just standin' there with his fake friends..." His tone turned slightly bitter towards the end but he still kept that champion smile on his face.
Lydia giggled with a roll of her eyes. "Seems like you're the bigger asshole, Beetlejuice."
Upon hearing that, the ghoul slipped closer and placed his hand over her mouth. "C'mon he deserved it! –And you /really/ gotta stop callin' me by my name, sweetheart."
Lydia gently pried his hand away. "Well then, what should I call you?"
"I dunno." Beetlejuice shrugged, swiping out a cigarette from his striped pocket and lit it to flames with his unseen magic. "Why don't ya call me BJ?"
"Alright, sounds good." Lydia responded, glancing him over as he blew out a steady stream of white smoke from his cigarette. She enjoyed the fact of how strange he was; with his outlandish striped suit and hair that reminded her of dry lemons and limes.
"What are ya staring at, babes?" His voice suddenly interrupted her brief thoughts, jarring her out of it. He was looking at her with a raised eyebrow, before suddenly there was a flashing of blue and red lights.
Beetlejuice shrieked in surprise and in a split second grabbed Lydia by the hand and dashed down an alleyway to hide from street's view.
"What was that all about?" Lydia asked, glancing up to him as they were now stuck in a dead ended alleyway with pretty compacted walls on either side. Her back was literally touching the brick, but he was still a foot away.
Beetlejuice suddenly shushed her, putting a finger to her lips. "That was the police." He whispered. "I forgot to tell you that it's illegal to bring live people to the Nietherworld. I mean...not like I care, but I literally just got outta prison and I don't wanna go back."
"Prison? Police? You still have that down here?" Lydia was surprised; she was surprised about a lot of things! Beetlejuice having been to prison before? Not so much. With a little cough, waved the smoke away from his cigarette that was still hanging from his mouth, in attempts not to inhale the stuff.
"Yes! It fucking sucks, babes. You'd think after you die, things get easier!" He stuck out his tongue and took out his cigarette between two fingers. "But anyways, we can't have people finding out you're still alive."
"Jeez, I wish you told me that earlier."
Beetlejuice sighed and hunched his shoulders. "I just forgot okay? If anyone asks you... Drowned. Or something."
"Drowning?" Lydia snorted, then went on to mutter in a poetic tone, "Can't I go on to say that I died simply out of boredom and loneliness? That my poor, black heart couldn't take it anymore?"
Beetlejuice's eyes widened slightly and he backed away, only to have his back hit the wall behind him. "Uh...sure. Go ahead." He stuck the burning cigarette back into his mouth before turning to walk away, muttering, "God damn poetics; you know I hate 'em."
