Musical Closets Variation: Grave Calls BS

"I ... I don't know," Agatha said. She was clearly bewildered and wasn't faking it, which seemed to calm down Grave and Simon a little. "I came back here to change, but since then, things have been getting really confusing. I mean, what am I even doing in a place like this?" "That's what _we_ want to know," Grave said. Sure, the woman probably wasn't stealing, but just looking at her ... she looked too prim and proper to be a visitor to a place like the Spiked Pit. Or at least, it appeared that way, considering the prudish outfit she was wearing. The rest of her (like her make-up, skin tone, and hair) might have looked like they belonged to a Goth, but the whole church woman attire ruined the look. "Wait, did you say that you came _back_ here?" Jay asked, brushing away some of his now-longer hair over his ear to keep it from hanging in front of his eyes. Too bad he didn't have a hair-clip or something to keep it in place. For a moment he wondered why he would think something so odd. After all, guys didn't wear hair-clips. It went unnoticed that he had much longer hair than he had just an hour earlier. Anyway, before he could ponder on this some more, Agatha answered his question. "I have an apartment upstairs. But ... it all seems so wrong now. Like it doesn't belong to me. But this is where I live. It's just so confusing." "You expect us to believe that you live above the club? Listen, lady, if you're going to hurl out a bunch of bullshit, then at least say something that's believable," Grave said. "Yeah," Simon agreed, crossing his arms in front of his shirt, which was now a black leather tank-top that showed off his bare now-pale arms.