My Dead Demonic Boyfriend
"beetlejuice.... beetlejuice..." he gulped audibly, he was actually about to summon an actual demon. and here it comes with one more word. "beetlejuice!"
In Motion
Certainly no frank sinatra, beetlejuice, or dresden. he took a deeper breath, squared his shoulders, and sauntered towards the door. not too fast, not too slow. he found himself keenly aware of just how quick he was approaching the door.