Back in the day our local goth night rented out a gay bar on Wednesdays, because it was a goth night medium-sized southern city and that's what they could get. The regulars and staff were very amused by us, but friendly enough given that we were invading their space once a week. Someone on the city council really didn't like them existing, though, and they'd loose their liquor license if they gave the city any excuse, so they needed to get everyone out by legally mandated closing time. Their solution to shooing everyone out without being rude about it was to have the bartender do Sisters of Mercy covers on the piano in the style of Elton John. After the first couple of times everyone stopped staring at him dumbfounded and started heading for the door.