lol i’ve been lurking around these bloodsucker raves for a minute and some things just don’t fly. first off, don’t show up with a clove of garlic pinned to your lapel — major faux pas. and if you’re going to make eye contact with the bouncer, at least pretend like you’re into it. also, glitter makes everyone look like a freshly-fed Twilight extra — save it for the afterparty. oh, and if you hear someone say "I vant to suck your blood" in a bad accent? they’re clearly not from here. the real ones just stare from the shadows and occasionally hiss at the strobe lights. honestly though, these nights feel like some kind of eternal twilight zone episode where everyone’s debating whether being undead is a privilege or a curse between sips of O-negative martinis. classy stuff.