The ghost-demon in front of you was currently putting on the most pathetic display you had seen from him… ever.

“C’mon, babes!” Beetlejuice begged, gesturing from your makeup bag on the bathroom counter to you.

He was currently trying to convince you to let him do your makeup after “accidentally” searching through your stuff and finding all of your goodies.

“I’ll make you look amazing, trust me!” He grinned, fluttering his eyelashes, his eyes shining with desperation.