Seeing as the other man was powering through his glass, Adam did his best to start catching up, quickly following Beej's words with larger sips.
"Sure you were." His words gently playful.
While Adam was savoring and waxing sentimental, Beetlejuice had already swallowed more than half his glass. But he didnโt finish it yet because he was being classy.
โYโknow I was just thinking the same thingโฆโ
Taking a sip, savoring the first taste and mulling it over before swallowing, the brunet watched the other ghost and smiled. As terrible as he could be, the demon definitely had his moments of being a sweetheart.
"Mmmm, this is quite nice."
Or like getting impaled through the chest by a moody teenager. Yeah, lots of shit happens.
โIโll drink to that!โ Beetlejuice chimes, clinking his glass against Adamโs before going in for a generous gulp of wine.
"My pleasure, Mr Juice."
Giving the other a smile as he took the Sip happens glass, he gave a small shrug.
Shit does happen. Like falling through floorboards.
"To trying new things."
Of course not. Who puts a cocktail umbrella in wine? Heโs saving those for mixed drinks laterโฆ
Putting a finger to his lips, he deliberates over his choices for a moment before selecting the #GirlBoss glass.
โWhy thank you, Adam.โ
Christ, this man was just a walking talking bar. What was next? Some cocktail umbrellas and a coconut?
Doing his best to pour from the broken bottle, Adam filled both glasses with what was left before placing it off to the side.
"Alright, take your pick."
Oh no donโt bother yourself I have some.
*He reaches into his inner breast pocket and pulls out two novelty wine glasses. One that says โSip Happensโ and one that says โ#GirlBossโ, respectively. Donโt ask how much glassware he keeps in his pockets*
*flinching a little at the sudden smashing of glass against the tabletop, the stunned ghost took the bottle back from Beej, some wine dribbling down over his fingers*
Ahh...that works too, I suppose. I'll get some glasses...
Nope.
*Beetlejuice pawed the bottle away from Adam and smacked the neck against a nearby tabletop, shattering the top clean off, before handing it back.*
You wanna pour?
That is something we can agree on.
*taking the bottle from the demon, he paused and looked at the pocket that had just produced the shattering sound.*
Wouldn't happen to have a corkscrew on you?
Itโs a 2013. That was a good year.
*He waggles the bottle of red out towards Adam, dropping the white back into his pocket, followed moments later by the distant clatter of broken glass*