Tina looked between Ash, Beetlejuice, and the two breathers. "Well, I would help you, hun, but other than giving you a ticket number, I don't know how. I didn't bring you here."
Just then, an intercom on the desk crackled to life. "Send 'em to me," A familiar raspy voice said. Tina gulped. She looked regretfully at the group and pushed a button on her desk, swinging the door beside her open.
"Lawrence, you know where her office is," Tina said, giving him a sympathetic look. "Good luck, all of you!"
Beetlejuice nodded. He slowly shuffled to the front of the group and drug his feet through the familiar, bland halls, over the same, stained office carpet that had been there for as long as he could remember. His head was down, and he looked more defeated than ever when he finally reached a door with the namecard "Shoggoth" on the outside. He raised his hand to knock, but the door creaked open before he could.
"Come in, Lawrence. And bring those mongrels with you."
BJ pushed his way inside. The office was crampt, smelled heavily of cigarette smoke and booze, and housed a large desk. Behind said desk was none other than his mother, sat in an office chair, elbows leaned on the table top, a cigarette in one hand.
"Look at you: halfway presentable for once in your damn life," She flicked some ashes into the tray beside her. "Sit." Four chairs rolled up behind them, forcing them all to flop back into them. "Now. Care to tell me why you all thought it would be a good idea to start shit on my turf?"
