diary of a living dead girl

double date oops

Lydia Peddled her way through the next town over. Her town was a little to small for a new age theater. She passed all the local shops and empty streets. Till she rode to the theaters parking lot. Paying close attention to cars coming and going as she made her way to the front of the theater. She hopped off her ride. locking it up to the bike rack that held five others. Once it was locked she opened her purse. Pulling out her compact mirror and her black lipstick. She opened up the cold object jolting when someone else was looking at her. 

In her small mirror she could see her demon, standing inside looking bored as he pulled at his suit jacket. "Patient much" she spoke to him, turning up her lipstick to re apply it to her lips. He rolled his eyes "I don' got all day" he spoke back. She smiled rather devilishly, moving to press her lips together. "Correction you have eternity" she joked. Chuckling when he looked unimpressed with her. "Alright" she untwisted her lipstick, recapping it and putting it away. She looked around the area, making sure no one was looking. She turned back to the mirror. The man inside rubbed his hands together as he smiled wide. "Looking eager for someone who was busy" she couldn't help teasing. He threw his head back as he groaned "Come on babes say my name" he begged. She chuckled. "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beeeeeee-" she dragged out the word, watching him bounce around desperately. "tlejuice" she finished. Her mirror glowing green as he cackled. 

She held it out, mostly to move the light from her face. The light bounced out of the mirror, Forming the mans silhouette in front of her. She popped, the light turning into him. He smiled largely, Showing off two sets of teeth. Lydia arched her brow at him as she smirked. "Way to be discrete" she spoke sarcastically. He titled his head, running his hands down his lapel. Making his jacked flow out "I'm all bout the flair babes" he chuckled. She nodded her head in agreement. She turned to walk to the front doors, looking over her shoulder at him. "You can hold my hand if you think you'll get lost" she teased. His smile raised to the left "one minute she's lain in bed ready ta die. Next she's flirtin" he spoke to himself. tossing his hands up. He began to fallow her. Heading to the line of doors that lead inside. 

There were a lot of people inside. Playing games at the arcade, getting snacks at the concession stands and hanging about as they waited for movies to start. Lydia walked over to the ticket line. He companion close behind. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he looked around. Noticing a similarity in the people standing about. They were mostly woman and most of them had graphic tee-shirts on. All different but with a lot of horror figures he recognized. He reached up to scratch his bearded chin. The goth looked over the people, mostly seeing how long it be to grab a couple tickets. She noticed the girl standing nest to her. 

She had a brown jacket on, open to a poster printed on her shirt. Two doll faces stood side by side in a black and white coloring. She smiled at the sight "Oh nice I love the bride of chucky" she began to say. Trying to start a conversation with the Brunette. The woman and her friend looked her over. Both rising her lip in mild disgust. They glanced over at the tall man behind her then back at her. "Don't talk to me nymph" the woman said, turning away to take a step away from her. Lydia opened her mouth in shock, looking away to hide her blush. Her companion gasped "did she jus call ya an old man fucker" he whispered to her, chuckling in surprise. Lydia raised her lip nearly growling "It's the dress, judgmental bitch" she whispered back. 

Beetlejuice straightened up, turning his head he coughed. As he did so the ground under the woman and the rest in line turned to ice. Everyone began to slip at the change in the ground. A majority including the two girls beside them, slid out of the line. Once gone the floor returned to its usual tile. The goth was socked as she watched everyone slide away. Turning her head to look at the demon while the floor changed back. "Beetlejuice" she warned. "What wasn' me" he lied, obvious by his smile. "I can fight my own battles you know" she crossed her arms over her chest. He puffed out air at her claim, waving her off. "I know babes, heck ya fight my battles pretty well. But those hot heads had it comin. Like ya said 'judgmental bitches' " he cracked his neck at the end of his explanation.