Continued from Night of the Cauldron: Part I, The Cauldron
The Turnip Lanterns
Margaret pulled her skirt free as she slammed the car door closed. Chuck moved around to join her.
"I didn't get anything on my skirt, did I?"
"Nothing there." He said without really looking. Margaret adjusted her bustier and secured her princess crown. Chuck, her Prince Charming, lit a cigarette and took a long draw.
"Gimme some," she said. He passed the cigarette to her and lit himself another, almost blowing his exhale in her face. "Really?" He turned away and examined the night sky. They smoked in silence but for the occasional labored exhale.
"Why are we even here?" He didn't look at her.
"We don't have to stay long. Let's just get through this okay." She pleaded.