Death, In All Her Glory

Club 666. A place with a name so cliche that only real locals know that it's actually good--which keeps the posers out. A thoroughly goth-punk joint, as the name implies, where the drinks are cheap, the music is loud, and not wearing at least some black is reason enough to be turned away at the door. It's just past one in the morning, and the dance floor is thick with goths of every stripe. Vampire goths in pasty makeup and lace, pastel goths gleefully mixing pinks with their blacks, industri...