He may not be here every weekend, but he comes often enough that the servers know when "The guy in stripes" is back.
Beetlejuice minds his manners enough to not get thrown out, but he's nobody's favorite patron. Usually he's clapping loudly, whooping, whistling, waving pokedollars like a lazy angler fish in hopes of drawing in a passing worker.
But tonight his mood is shifted. He's in the back at one of the booths, but instead of a plate of food in front of him, there is an honest to god typewriter that he is TAKKA TAKKA TAKKING away on. He's got a stack of papers next to him taller than his drink. His scuffed fingers fly across the keys, spinning sentence after sentence of detail like a spider spinning thread.
His tongue is caught in his teeth and his hair hangs down over his forehead in a sweaty curl.
[ACTION] CLUB MEDUSA, NIGHT
Beetlejuice minds his manners enough to not get thrown out, but he's nobody's favorite patron. Usually he's clapping loudly, whooping, whistling, waving pokedollars like a lazy angler fish in hopes of drawing in a passing worker.
But tonight his mood is shifted. He's in the back at one of the booths, but instead of a plate of food in front of him, there is an honest to god typewriter that he is TAKKA TAKKA TAKKING away on. He's got a stack of papers next to him taller than his drink. His scuffed fingers fly across the keys, spinning sentence after sentence of detail like a spider spinning thread.
His tongue is caught in his teeth and his hair hangs down over his forehead in a sweaty curl.