It's amazing the responses you cen get when you walk into the most middle-of-the-road club wearing a inch-spike dog collar.

Actually, it's fucking annoying, because people seem to take it as an invitation to come up and impale themselves upon it in some sort of misbegotten attempt to pick you up.

So we gave up and went back to the goth night. Final score at the end of the night: J^e: 3, Me: 1. (Although there's some dispute about whether another attempt should count on my score. I maintain sitting two feet away and not saying anything to me does not constitute a pick-up attempt.)