Some big personalities visit the bar. People have had a long old time to sit in space, and gone through a lot of trials and tribulation. Many realize quite how small they are. Why they should let their true personas taste the world.
One drinker sits at the bar, finishing off a stout from two galaxies away. Broken glass, crisp packets and mud cover the floor from last night's boozing. I hope she doesn't mind me tidying up around her.
