p class="MsoNormal"Beetlejuice finally sat a the table, pretending to be completely oblivious to the palpable tension, and snapped his fingers. Food poofed on the table and for once since the Deetz moved in, it seemed edible but Lydia had a knot in her stomach and felt dizzy. She was still in her wedding dress and both of her parents hadn't looked at her since she had the wretched ring on her finger. Barbara and Adam kept giving her worried looks while nobody really listened to the poltergeist, the girl finally looked up to the dead couple with eyes as big as fawns' but then she felt Delia's grasp once again./p
p class="MsoNormal"Beetlejuice stopped pretending :/p
p class="MsoNormal"« — Oki doki, why's nobody diggin' in ? He asked./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Noboby is hungry with you at the table, plus it's full fat. Hissed Delia./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Whaddya mean ? It's Grilled steak, mushrooms pasties and cherry potage ! That's as healthy as it gets !/p
p class="MsoNormal"— That's medieval food ! Delia seemed to be the only one with a tongue./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Actually it is, and ya gonna eat it./p
p class="MsoNormal"— I would prefer to die ! Where's the inovation, the fusion of cultures, the…/p
p class="MsoNormal"— Ya know I could cut your tongue out, right ? The ghost asked in the most calm tone he ever had. Like, put ma hand in ya mouth, grab i' and rip i' out./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Then do it. Lydia have had enough and just wanted the damned woman's hands off her./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Well, if wiffey wants it. » Screamed Beetlejuice cracking his fists./p
p class="MsoNormal"Delia started serving everybody in a hurry while the young wife rubbed her sore arm. They all began to eat and even if the Maitlands didn't had to, they just wanted to fell some normalcity and enjoyed the taste of food. Beetlejuice seemed on the other hand seemed to have the time of his death ! He even started talking to Adam and juiced his some cervoise, even Lydia pecked on her mushroom pasties, trying to ease her stomach./p
p class="MsoNormal"The rest of the evening seemed to flow quite nicely, Beetlejuice was quite happy with his new situation, his arm stretched over Adam's and Barbara's chairs next to him and rocking side to side in his on swevel chair. The food was good, and Charles quilckly forgot that her daughter had just forcefully been married just a couple of hours ago, just happy to finally have some quiet in the house. Deliah gobbled all her food as quikly as possible and was just laying back on her chair, arms crossed and throwing daggers with her eyes at Beetlejuice./p
p class="MsoNormal"« — I think we need to establish some ground rules, or at least some safe space for everyone so that not to unbalance the ratio of dead and living people in this house. Said Barbara while squeezing out off her chair./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Since emI /emam the owner of this house, I think I should have a say in that matter. Delia declared./p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanI think you should clean the dishes. Said Bettlejuice while juicing himself more wine./p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanDo you have to drink more ?/p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanWell, it's safer than water !/p
p class="MsoNormal"— I assume that in your crude and old timey fashion the women should clean. Snapped Delia./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Actually, it's a medieval tradition for da bitch to clean, so Barbs and Lydia are safe on dat. » And with that he shut her mouth twice in one dinner, that was a world record and even Charles didn't seem to fully register the fact that his wife lost a battle./p
p class="MsoNormal"Delia dragged Lydia in the kitchen anyway, almost ripping her arm out. She ran the sink and filled it with hot soappy water./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Now you listen to me young lady, I don't know what you did exactly, but my art babies are messed up and my house is horrid again ! I know you're trying to get away with something and as your mother…/p
p class="MsoNormal"— You're not my mother ! How can you think I want any of this ? You never listen to what I say and know you're pretending like you know me. I've been trying to stop this nightmare but now I'm stuck because I don't want the Maitlands in trouble. Pleaded the young girl./p
p class="MsoNormal"— I don't care about those people squatting in my house, and now this one, emshe said poting at the poltergeist explaining some loopholes in their manual at the Maintlands, /emit's like i'm running a zoo./p
p class="MsoNormal"— They won't go anywhere, they're in their home too ! » Lydia couldn't believe she finally stood up to Delia, especially in such a riduculous outfit./p
p class="MsoNormal"Barbara called her over and Lydia jumped on this opportunity to escape this painful conversation, she basically ran to her. Adam was struggling reading some bureaucratic words due to his dyslexia, but the poltergeist was more than happy to explain how to cheat the system. He was smoking a slim cigarette and had changed back to his stripped costume, his lighten up tie slightly loose around his neck. The little goth girl gave a glance to the beautiful dead woman. She explained that Beetlejuice was very cheerful about fraud and might let an information slip, sot they're going to listen to him for now./p
p class="MsoNormal"« — Can I at least change my clothes, I feel like a old china doll, and not in a good way./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Hey, the crenoline is made out of goose feather, it's really fancy. emPleaded the man turning around, but he did gave in. /emOkay okay, whad'ya want babes ?/p
p class="MsoNormal"— I don't care, something comfortable at least. She begged./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Ya got it ! Beetlejuice grabbed both of her soulders and pulled the dress off her body, but she wasn't in underwear, far from it. She was wearing a fine cotton dress that must have been inspired by a kimono, the sleeves dropped mid calf and the neck was very simple, and the whole thing was tied up by he waist by a very long belt. The whole with was black exept for the ribbon belt and the edges of the sleeves, which were a deep red, but also the whole outfit was covered in red spider lilyes./p
p class="MsoNormal"— What is that ? she exclaimed./p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanThat's a teagown, that's what you wear when you don't really want to dress up. Explained Beetlejuice with the cigarette againsthis lips moving as he spoke./p
p class="MsoNormal"— I've never seen something like that./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Ask ya great grand mother about it. It was the hype in 1904. emHe was now laying in mid air like he was a the beach, his hand behind his head et his legged crossed. He was trying to smoke as much as he could without having to flick the ash. /em/p
p class="MsoNormal"— 1904 ?/p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanI'm working with the latest fashion I was familiar with. He argued/p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanI thought you were 600 years old./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Juno gave me a lot o' missions back in da days. »/p
p class="MsoNormal"Can't argue with that, she didn't know anythign about his life, so he might have had multiple 'lives' for all she knows. But at least she was in something comfortable and less ridiculous. A Japanese kimono, red was the color of wedding in China, Beetlejuice chose something in her asthetic yet appropriate to the occasion in a matter of seconds. How fast was his brain running ?/p
p class="MsoNormal"He looked at her, seeing how lost she looked, how stressed. His cigarette was just a tower of ash at this point so he flicked it in the air and pulled on his own outfit, He was now rocking a kimino robe, still stripped but clearly a kimono, worn in the most european way possible./p
p class="MsoNormal"« — Couple outfit. We' matchin' !/p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanGreat, I married a weeb. Lydia rolled her eyes and walked away to the stairs, Barbara following her./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Hey, Imma tryin' here ! emHe scoffed, but decided to let it/em emslide, plus Adam was questionning him about the book, /emYa know, if we wer' in da Rocky Horror Picture Show, I would've pegged both of ya by now. »/p
p class="MsoNormal"Lydia threw herself on the bed and rolled on her back, her hand over her face, the cold metal on her wedding finger made her flinch. Barbara sat near her, grabbing her her ankle in reasurance. She was trapped in a marriage with a creepy old guy and noboby seemed to care, especially her parents. She kept being pushed around and yelled at the whole day. Her stomach twisted again, her chest heavy, she was breathing erratically and tears streamed down her face. The ghost finally put her hand on the young woman's cheeks, just shushing and petting her, there was nothing to say she just had to be there right now. She started crying loudly, letting everything out and layed on Barabara's lap, her face buried in her dress, she was so glad that she could touch her./p
p class="MsoNormal"She finally came through, feelling a little bit lighter, she hugged Barb tight and sighed. She wipped her tears ouf of her cheeks and stood up from the bed, but before she could open her mouth, the door did. Delia bursted in the room and grabbed her by the wrist again, pesting her to help her with the chores and complaining about being the victim in this story. She started dragging her down the stairs but Barbara was protesting./p
p class="MsoNormal"« — Please don't push her around right now, she's unwell ! She tried./p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanDelia stop ! My harm hurts !/p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanOh she is sad ? I had to wash steak grease off of croocked china ! » She turned around so fast to face Barbara that she sort of flung Lydia down the stairs, the girl slipped and fell half the steps before everything became soft. When she was finally on the floor, she turned around and the wood was pillows, Beetlejuice was on the ramp, sitting there upside down, he must've tried to catch her. Adam picked her up and looked at her, worried, checking her for injuries. He gasped when he grabbed her pale right arm./p
p class="MsoNormal"« — Oh my gosh, it's broken ! He exclamed while the two women tried to walk down the soft stairs./p
p class="MsoNormal"— Then let's go to the hopistal, I'll take her. Said the newly wedded husband./p
p class="MsoNormal"— You can't, you're a dead man in woman clothes. Exclamed Charles from the kitchen looking at the stripped kimono./p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanFirst of all, I am not bound to gender anymore. Second, even if I were, a piece of fabric wouldn't threaten my masculinity. Third, I'm not like The Prudes, I'm not imprisoned to the house. Explained the ghost while lighting a cigarette./p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanYou look decomposed. Said Lydia while looking at her arm./p
p class="MsoNormal"— span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanSays the goth. »/p
p class="MsoNormal"The debate lasted long enough for Lydia to need to sit again on the pillow-stairs. She begged for the conversation to end while Adam was coming back from the kitchen with a bag of frozen peas. Charles sat on a purple recliner in the living room, testing the comfiness of the velvet. Beetlejuice rolled his eyes and put back his stripped costume,kneeled down and carried Lydia to the door sighting « My wife, my rules, my kimono » and got to the doors, Barbara practically walking on his ankles. He took Charles' car keys, which seemed to make the man stand up, but they were already outside./p
p class="MsoNormal"He sat her on the passager seat and got himself behind the wheel./p
p class="MsoNormal"« — Good thing you don't have to met my family, yours' already enough. » He laughed, starting the engine./p