He giggled deviously as he flew up the stairs. "You gotta' catch me first!" He blew Ash a kiss from the top step. God, they were weird. 

The next morning came a little too soon, and Beetlejuice could feel the dull headache of a little too much booze. One good thing about being dead was that the hang overs weren't nearly as bad. He groaned softly and rubbed his eyes, sitting up in the bed they'd hijacked. He looked over at Ash and smiled, chuckling softly. 

"I'm an idiot for letting you talk me into this date," He said. "But I'm glad you did."