Because Black Veil was a niche club in a college town, there was never a line to get inside unless it was Halloween. The trio walked to the front door and showed the doorman their IDs. They all received stamps on their hands that indicated that they weren"t old enough to purchase alcohol.
The inside of the club looked very similar to any rave club. There were black lights and strobe lights poking through the mass expanse of general darkness. The music was loud, as it was in every other nightclub in existence, but the clientele was decidedly unique.
While black clothes, black hair, and heavy black makeup dominated, every once in a while a gangly youth with a twelve-inch high green mohawk would walk within view or a misplaced young girl in a tight dress would stare about her in confusion.
