A/N: Ok, this one isn't really trick-or-treat specific, but I just really wanted a look at how a demon might celebrate Halloween.
Meg loved Halloween. Put the right setting to it, and humans would accept anything.
Like her blood-soaked clothes in a diner at 2am.
"Woah, killer costume. Zombie?"
She smiled charmingly at the bus boy, barely 16 if he was a day, "Nope. Murderer."
"Oh yeah, I totally get it. Nice!"
"Thank you, aren't you sweet," she smiled wider and he blushed, busying himself with collecting dishes off a near-by table.
She considered him for a moment more before returning to her steak, cooked rare.
Maybe she'd take him out back and fuck him before slitting his throat. She was in a good mood.
Hard not to be, when you had just butchered a preacher and his family. Blood of the religious self-righteous was always the sweetest.
"Anything else, hun?" the waitress asked, and Meg looked at her for a moment, deciding.
The bus boy, she thought, but out loud she said, "Irish coffee, and make it strong. I'm having one hell of a night."