He chuckled and took the wine glass that he'd ordered and downed the whole thing. Classy he certainly was not. "You think they do free refills here?" He asked.
After a couple hours of eating fancy bugs and drinking overpriced boozed, Beetlejuice was pleasantly full and buzzed. When they got the check, he snatched it up and offered to pay.
"I got it, Ash," he said with a grin, "Mom's treat."
On their way out, Beetlejuice just happened to remember something. "You know, my mom always hated it when we hung out. I think it irked her that someone genuinely liked me."