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[July 24] [Beetlejuice] A Bad Way to Go
Title: A Bad Way to Go
Day/Theme: 24: Death by embarrassment
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lyds
Rating: PG
“Does it hurt to die?” Lydia asked before she even set her book bag down. She looked harried and miserable. The ghost blinked at her.
“Depends on the method,” he growled. “Freezing isn’t too bad. Burning is bearable if the smoke gets you first. Stoning sucks. Crucifixion is worse. Disease is almost always nasty. Drowning varies by situation. So does poison. Hanging -”
“How about total humiliation?” Lydia interrupted. He arched an eyebrow and she covered her face with her hands. “My mother agreed to give the Sex Ed talk at school.”
The poltergeist’s face didn’t move for a whole second before it split into laughter. He howled, kicking his pointed boots in the air. Lydia waited for him to recover long enough to look at her again before pulling a leotard out of her bag. Delia had ’decorated’ it to be an anatomically correct diagram of the female reproductive system.
“She wants me to wear this,” she said as he went bug-eyed. His lips pursed in horror and then sputtered into more laughter.
“You got me!” he screeched. “You win! That’s the most painful thing I can imagine!” He guffawed and chortled until a reluctant smile wormed its way over Lydia’s agonized expression.
“But you know,” he said, getting hold of himself. “There might be a few things about this particular subject I can teach you.”
“Forget it,” she held up her hands in the universal ’stop’ gesture.
“It’s been awhile,” he went on as if he hadn’t heard. “But I can promise I won’t need the diagram.”
“Oh yeah?” she set her hands on her hips. He had expected disgust and outrage, but instead got a mocking look that surprised him. “There’s a leotard with boy parts on it, too. Care to try it on?”
“Um, no.” His bluff called a little too quickly, he adopted a lofty pose and a haughty accent. “ I think that I shall be coming down with a plague that day.” He fell back to his usual gruff drawl. “And if you’re smart, you will too.”
“Got any that you recommend?” she sighed, looking back at the leotard.
Day/Theme: 24: Death by embarrassment
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lyds
Rating: PG
“Does it hurt to die?” Lydia asked before she even set her book bag down. She looked harried and miserable. The ghost blinked at her.
“Depends on the method,” he growled. “Freezing isn’t too bad. Burning is bearable if the smoke gets you first. Stoning sucks. Crucifixion is worse. Disease is almost always nasty. Drowning varies by situation. So does poison. Hanging -”
“How about total humiliation?” Lydia interrupted. He arched an eyebrow and she covered her face with her hands. “My mother agreed to give the Sex Ed talk at school.”
The poltergeist’s face didn’t move for a whole second before it split into laughter. He howled, kicking his pointed boots in the air. Lydia waited for him to recover long enough to look at her again before pulling a leotard out of her bag. Delia had ’decorated’ it to be an anatomically correct diagram of the female reproductive system.
“She wants me to wear this,” she said as he went bug-eyed. His lips pursed in horror and then sputtered into more laughter.
“You got me!” he screeched. “You win! That’s the most painful thing I can imagine!” He guffawed and chortled until a reluctant smile wormed its way over Lydia’s agonized expression.
“But you know,” he said, getting hold of himself. “There might be a few things about this particular subject I can teach you.”
“Forget it,” she held up her hands in the universal ’stop’ gesture.
“It’s been awhile,” he went on as if he hadn’t heard. “But I can promise I won’t need the diagram.”
“Oh yeah?” she set her hands on her hips. He had expected disgust and outrage, but instead got a mocking look that surprised him. “There’s a leotard with boy parts on it, too. Care to try it on?”
“Um, no.” His bluff called a little too quickly, he adopted a lofty pose and a haughty accent. “ I think that I shall be coming down with a plague that day.” He fell back to his usual gruff drawl. “And if you’re smart, you will too.”
“Got any that you recommend?” she sighed, looking back at the leotard.