"This isn't a Goth club, is it?" Miranda asked. It was the night of the gig, and she and Rona were getting ready to go out. "Because I'll have to think about what I'm gonna wear if it is."

Rona had a sudden flash of curiosity about Miranda's past, that Miranda might know more than could be guessed about Goth clubs, but she decided to try not to picture it. She shook her head in mirth and said: "Why would you think it might be a Goth club?"

"I dunno" Miranda shrugged. "It just kinda sounds like it might be."

"It's called Nightshift."

"Yeah."

"Doesn't sound like a Goth club to me."

"Don't you think?"

"It sounds like a club where bored yuppies might go 'cause they think it's cool, but they've been out of touch with what's cool for the last fifteen years."

"I'd rather it was a Goth club" Miranda said upon reflection.

"I'm pretty sure all the bored yuppies out there used to be Goths" Rona smiled. "Anyway do you really think Eric would play in a Goth club?"

Miranda raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, stop it. We don't even know that for sure. And it's not healthy to be so obsessed about him!"

"I'm just curious" Miranda said. "It's so mysterious! And kinda romantic, all those trips up to Queensland to visit his boyfriend!"

"We don't know that!"

"We were perfectly happy to assume he was going up to visit a girlfriend, before" Miranda pointed out.

"Yeah, well, we didn't know that either." In half a huff Rona looked Miranda up and down. "Well whatever kind of club it is, I don't think you should wear tracksuit pants to it."

Miranda looked down at her legs, and licked her fingers and rubbed at the fabric. "Or curry stains" she said in dismay.