Musical Closets: The Witch's Brew

"Okay, Jayne, take us to The Witch's Brew," Linda said, not noticing how she had lost another year of her life, becoming 16 years old. Jayne nodded, then drove the car onto the street. When the four Goths arrived at The Witch's Brew, they got out of the car and headed into the shop. By now, all of Biff's muscular physique was gone and he looked very thin and lanky, but the dress and corset looked like they fit him a little better. The coffee shop wasn't too crowded, but those that were there appeared to all be Goths, rather than stupid drones of society. The four of them ordered their drinks and sat at a nearby table. "So you had a large collection of literature back home?" Linda asked Biff. Given her most recent interest in reading gothic novels, she was of course delighted by the fact that Biff was also into reading. "Indeed, I have almost every work worth acquiring, even a few of the rarer volumes," Biff said. "I brought a few of my favorites, but most had to be left behind." "Awesome," Jayne said. "So after we finish up here, how about we swing by The Occult Stop?" Jayne offered. "The Occult Stop?" Biff inquired. "It's a gothic merchandise store. The only one in town. It's where we buy everything we need, clothing included," Linda explained. "The mall has a few places that have some good stuff, but most of the stores are shit. If you want the best, then The Occult Stop is the place to go." "That sounds excellent," Biff replied, despite still sounding deadpan.