"What's with the dog?" A man with a copious amount of tattoos slunk from somewhere down in the tunnel. He smelled of smoke and cheap booze. "And the child?"
A younger woman emerged from the ticket booth, where the windows had sheets strung across them. She crossed her arms and looked the two of them over with a silent, judging eye.
Beetlejuice took this as his cue to shift back into his normal form. "Some times I just like getting away with being naked in public, you know?" He said with a shrug and a grin.
This elicited a howling laugh from the tattooed man. "Whoa! I like this guy, Igs. Can we keep him?"
"I hope we'll be keeping both of them," Iggy turned to Lydia and Beetlejuice, smiling.
A younger woman emerged from the ticket booth, where the windows had sheets strung across them. She crossed her arms and looked the two of them over with a silent, judging eye.
Beetlejuice took this as his cue to shift back into his normal form. "Some times I just like getting away with being naked in public, you know?" He said with a shrug and a grin.
This elicited a howling laugh from the tattooed man. "Whoa! I like this guy, Igs. Can we keep him?"
"I hope we'll be keeping both of them," Iggy turned to Lydia and Beetlejuice, smiling.