Inside, bartender Teresa Perricone, 33, was organizing liquor bottles behind the bar in her usual Castle garb, a skintight corset, black hose and thick false eyelashes.

Her 35-year-old husband, Sean, a Castle DJ , sorted through her makeup box at the bar, plucked out a black pencil and traced thick lines around his eyes.

After 15 years, this still hasn’t gotten old: the black, the heavy makeup, the darkness, the sheer weight of being Goth.

They thought it would end when they were in their early 20s and working as bouncers at DNA, a now-defunct alternative club on Nebraska Avenue. That’s when Teresa, a former punk rock girl, got pregnant. That’s when Sean, a former skater kid, had to be a man. “We swore we would never work in nightclubs again,” Teresa said.

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