Under the neon glow of IHOP's late-night sign, a group of rebellious teens, adorned in their finest goth attire, gather for an impromptu dance-off. Led by a sultry, pale-skinned teen queen, they move with an intensity that belies their youth, their bodies writhing and twisting to the dark, pounding beats. The air is thick with hormonal energy and the scent of pancakes, as these young goths let loose, their inhibitions melting away like the butter on their midnight flapjacks.