Chapter Forty: Bitches and Booze
"Hell, yeah! Ya know what they say, ladies? Double the pleasure, double the fun, amirite?!" Beetle cackled, watching both hot breather chicks bump and grind on him.
"I'm so drunk!" the chick dressed as a slutty princess laughed, smacking her friend, Miss Sexy Pirate, on the ass.
"Oh, fuck! Me, too! I'm tripping so hard right now!" Sexy Pirate chick moaned, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.
"Well, fuck me if we ain't all trashed!" Beetle snorted, though his eyes darted back to her against his will. She was all up in tall, dark, and jolly's stuff. That was proof enough. She was just putting on an act. She'd probably take the big fucker home and play a round of R-rated Twister with him. Beetle instantly recoiled inside, despising the memories of her previous, drunken night. If she loved his ass so much, she wouldn't fuck with him like she had. Enough said.
"Is that your girlfriend or something?" Sluterella blurted out, ripping him away from his damning thoughts. "You've been staring at her half the night!"
"Yeah, is that the chick you came in here with?" Pirate girl started interrogating his ass, too.
"That's NOT a girlfriend, ladies, that's a...buddy..." he forced himself to spit out the last bit, though saying it was akin to vomiting a load of hot ass.
"REALLY?" Princess chick slurred, eyeing his enemy with one eye closed and the other one nearly squinted shut. "Why aren't you guys together?" the young broad asked, as the guy grabbed Lydia around the waste and pulled her into him.
"'Cause she's a big 'ole bitch!" Beetle spat, grinning widely, waggling his eyebrows playfully and hoping those wasted hags would shut the fuck up.
"Why would you call your friend a bitch?" Pirate broad piped in, backing up a step and folding her arms across her big, spilling cleavage. "What'd she do?"
"Why the fuck do ya care again? We met like five minutes ago!" He began to feel that familiar, pissed sensation drift back in.
"Yeah. Why?" Princess chick stepped back in, bombarding him with another question.
"I bet that's his girlfriend. Are you trying to make her jealous?" Pirate girl sniggered, nearly stumbling back on her ass.
Fuck. "Okay, I'm out." Beetle muttered, straight up leaving their asses high and dry. A couple nice pairs of tits weren't worth that sort of hell. Just why the fuck did everything turn around and go straight back to Deetz? He didn't think he'd been staring that damned long. Nah, he wasn't. Probably.
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Lydia held on to the handsome stranger as he pulled her in close, though her eyes drifted back again, watching BJ stomp away from the bar with another beer. He sat at a lounge table in the corner, looking a bit peeved. What the hell had he done this time? Hopefully he wouldn't blow a gasket in this place in front of all these living, breathing people.
"You should come back to my place. We can take the party there." the stranger leaned down and whispered in her ear, his Santa hat nearly slapping her in the face.
"Uh..." she hesitated, her eyes darting back over to Beetle, who she could've sworn had been staring at her again. "No thanks." she finally replied in between studying her frenemy, wondering just what he'd do. Without much thought, she pulled herself away from him. "Thanks for the dance." she smiled weakly, before taking off through the crowd to go see just why Beetle wasn't all wild and crazy anymore.
"Wait!" Lydia heard the young man call out, though she promptly ignored him, as she made her way up to Beetlejuice, who did actually seem disgruntled, as he knocked back a beer.
"BJ! What's up?" Lydia paced on over to him, plunking down beside him, not realizing that an angry young Santa look alike was on her tail the whole time.
"Uh...Look's like ya got a clinger, Deetz." Beetle shrugged in his not give a shit style, as he aimed his beer bottle at the guy.
"Hey! I didn't even get your name! You don't have to bail on me like that!" he stomped up to her.
"Look, I'm not interested. I just wanted to dance." Lydia said, scooting a bit closer to BJ in case the young, angry dude she'd danced with got out of hand.
"Yeah, but you were all over me. Now your just going to leave me hangin'?" he began to look a bit more angry, stepping around the table and attempting to grab her arm.
Lydia found herself practically squished up next to Beetle at that point, as she looked over to him, practically begging him to intervene.
He shot her a completely unamused look. "Really, Deetz? Fer Christ's sake..." he mumbled under his breath.
"Please?" Lydia mouthed, not wanting to have to club the guy in the head with a beer bottle to get her point across.
"Fine..." he then turned to the scorned Santa impersonator. "Hey, pal. She's with me. Go try to fuck somethin' else."
"So your just fucking with me, then? Fucking tease." Fake Santa spat at her, before stomping back off.
"Heh. Join the crowd." Beetle snorted, though his eyes seemed to look a bit lazy. He was more than likely on the road to trashedville at the moment.
"Thanks." Lydia said, scooting away from him, though this time he hadn't slid away from her contact like she was a human pin cushion.
"So, why'd ya run over here?" Beetle raised a brow, looking particularly curious.
"I saw you sitting here alone. I thought something was wrong. I came to check on you." she admitted, hoping that maybe his obvious state of less inhibition would make him a little more agreeable.
"Yer tellin' me you left that young, muscle-bound punk to come check on a dead guy?" he asked, his eyes doing that whole grazing over her thing again. Yeah, it was a little uncomfortable, but she'd deal with it. It wasn't really that intrusive anyway.
"Yeah." she answered awkardly, not knowing where he was going with his questioning.
"So, who was that other dude you were gettin' all chummy with? The one that looked like he motorboated a can of paint?" he sniggered, sliding one of his beers over to her, which she gladly accepted. He really must've been watching her earlier.
"Oh. That's Darren." she began, only for him to cut her off.
"That the dweeb you used to work with? The little nerdy prick?" Beetle butted in, basically giving himself away again. She'd never even mentioned Darren to him. Not once. He only knew that because he was there at the museum, trying to screw her life up.
"Yeah. That's him." she casually answered, not hinting at anything she was actually thinking on the matter.
"He...uh...got a girlfriend?" Beetle asked, obviously trying not to sound like he cared, but he was a bit too drunk to hide that.
"Why, do you want his number?" Lydia laughed, unable to pass up a chance to tease him.
"Very funny, Deetz. If yer tryin' to be a comedian, you'd better stick to yer day job, Babe." he grinned wickedly.
"Well your just in luck, because I currently have no day job. That means that I have all the time in the world to aggravate you." Lydia chuckled, nudging him playfully. This was the part where he'd normally tell her to fuck off, but somehow by the universe, the fates, or whatever, he didn't.
"Yer not gonna tell me, are ya? So is that yer new fuckboy, or?" he asked in earnest, though he wasn't quite as trashed as the last time he'd sounded this way. How much of this was actually the booze talking?
Lydia looked him over a moment, as he simply stared at her, waiting for her to reply. Strangely enough, he didn't even seem pissed. Whatever emotion was bleeding through, it didn't seem to be anger for once. "No, BJ. He has a fiance."
Instantly, he seemed to perk up. "Really? Who's the lucky dude?" he snorted, slapping the table as he pulled another beer over to himself.
Lydia rolled her eyes. "It's a woman. Her name's Milly. She's over there. See?" she explained, pointing across the club to Milly and Darren, who were currently in the throws of a drunk make out-slash-dance session.
"Huh. So ya really do have friends that are dudes. That's different, Deetz." he pondered on the subject for a while. It was as if the idea was completely foreign to him.
"Where's the girls you were dancing with?" Lydia asked out of the blue, wondering just what had left him all alone in the corner.
"Eh, they were too trashed. Had to bail on 'em." he answered vaguely, piddling with his beer bottle.
"I hope you're actually having fun, BJ. You are having fun, aren't you?" Lydia asked him, hoping she didn't bring him out only to piss him off again. Why it mattered, she wasn't so sure. Or maybe she was, but it was a bit too crazy to fully accept or think about.
"I mean, ya brought me to a big-ass club filled with booze and bitches. What's not to like, amirite?" he sniggered, circling his finger around the mouth of the bottle.
Lydia instantly smiled, amazed by how pleased that made her feel. "I'm glad you like it. We can do it again anytime you like."
His brow furrowed. "We're not leavin' just yet, are we?"
"Of course not." Lydia remarked, surprised that he seemed to want to stay. "We'll leave when you say so, or when one of us passes out. Whichever happens first, I guess."
"You got yerself a deal, Babe." Beetle held out his hand to shake. Why was he being so agreeable?
Lydia hesitantly took his cold hand, shaking it. "Okay. Deal."
