It was a bizarre meet-up, a Road Dogg clone, a veena and an accordion going trick or treating with a DX garbed and fake fuzzy antler headband wearing Curtis Axel.

'I'm still unsure.' Johnny the Indian instrument stated after several blocks of walking. 'What you're dressed as, Fisher-Beard.'

'I'm a Deer Hunter.'

Laughter from the two 'band members' as JCurtis remained confused and didn't dare let it show on his face. He didn't want to look stupid in front of his accordion crush.

Chocolate bars, tiny round sugar bits in various pastel colors, gummy fried eggs, sharks and worms plus 'eyeball' gumballs and wax fangs filled their baskets in no time.

'The kids at the childrens hospital will be stuffed after this load.' Road-Heath inspected his glow in the dark plastic skull basket happily.

'May their teeth not rot out.' spoke the accordion and was smiled at widely by his veena sidekick.

'Not to be rude but I'm saving a handful for my young'uns.' the Deer Hunter proclaimed.

'Go ahead. There's plenty.' the smile formed into a long line. 'Do you...any of you guys interested in me? Physically? Or my looks?'

'Urgh, no.' Axel frowned. 'I'm not- I don't MIND how people choose to live but men are not and never will be my thing.'

'Whew, good! That's ONE down.'

'Besides my wife would kill me.' and that time Johnny did laugh.

'How about you, Fandy-goo?'

'Er...I...I've seen you in several variations of nudity so I'll gladly pass.'

'Cool. Thanks. Your answer, Jind-ahhhhh?'

'Ive as well witnessed your nakedness. I'll stay gratefully in a brothers only relationship.' The Cana-Indian grinned. 'No incest. Besides you snore terribly.'

'That's gr- hey I do not!'

'You dooooo.'

'Yeah you snore LOUD.'

'Rattle the car windows.'

'No fair you're ganging up on me.' The line curled upward, a pleasant grin. 'And I'm glad you do.'

'Hold up, what IS that?' The Heyman guy in antlers squinted and pointed ahead.

'It's a cow.' the dancing veena squirmed, feeling sick. This wasn't going to go well.

'Jinder! I've been waiting to see you!' Ryback the cow scooped up the smaller man who glanced back, pleading almost, at his friends. 'A musical instrument, great choice.'

'Yes I thought so.'

'Here.' Skip held out a scrap of paper, held Jinder close again while the rest of the men gave concerned, disapproving looks. 'My room number. I'll keep you warm tonight.'

'I'm not cold.' the accordion said defiantly. 'And I'm fine here with my friends.'

'You're fine, yes you are.' The cow glared at the veena, eyes blazing with fury. 'Lowering your standards too.'

'No, that'd be if he chose YOU.' the veena glared back, legs shaking.

'You haven't won yet, little boy. I'll break you like a stick.' With a glower and a string of obscene grumbling, the cow stormed away.

'This I have no use for.' Jinder ripped the paper in two, smiled at his friends. 'More candy?'

'Yeah!'

'Lots more!'

'You'll join me, veena?'

'Oh. Yes. Sure!'

Such a beautiful smile, made him tremble more than Skip's threats had.

'How about Diwali?'

'Um...'

'It's a holiday I celebrate, in a few days. Would you like to help me decorate my house? You don't HAVE to but-'

'I'd love to!'

Spending time with his crush, at his home.

Sweeter than the candy they'd gathered.

More frightening than angry jealous Ryback.

So exciting that this Halloween was as dull as paint drying.

Didn't make his heart beat in a flutter.

Didn't make him smile.

The text finally appeared and CM Wade climbed the fire escape to the hotel roof.

Long dark hair blowing in the slight breeze.

'I should've known better than to expect my dear boyfriend.'

'Your absurd whining knocked up boyfriend is having his usual jealous tantrum down in the suite.'

'No shock there.' Drew spoke from the cavern of black cloth, sharp points decorating sleek leather, a perfect copy of Taker's recent demonic Mania garb. 'Him I can get over, it will be awhile to forget him but he's going to toss our child away, THAT hurts the most.'

'Fight him for it. No don't, I will.'

'Don't interfere, let him do what he pleases, it's his body.'

'It's YOUR baby too!'

Stillness inside black clothing.

Not a smile, not a blink.

The top choice for an outfit, dressing as a 'Dead Man' for Drew had died inside.