OPEN AS LONG AS THERE IS ANYONE CONSCIOUS IN THE IMMEDIATE VICINITY
The rather infamous Pilot's flask bar, neatly situated near one of the not so well-known launch pads, serves as a gathering place for all kinds of space-faring people. And those booze hounds who rather keep their feet on solid ground. With individuals from all corners of Sirius stopping by, there is nothing alcohol related the bartender hasn't heard about. Be it Sidewinders Fang, or Southampton Shrapnel one can be certain the bartender will serve it. Just as certain that, if looking for a nice recreational fistfight, one will definitely find it.
The bar's owner is not generally known - a fact that bothers none. What does matter is that the prices are low, rumours numerous and drunken deals made. With a bit of liquid courage any seasoned space wolf can easily make new friends or foes. Sadly, as many can attest to, the ability to judge people quickly melts away as ethanol or any other substance does its thing. Worry not, though, as the distinct brewery-like smell of the place almost guarantees the person you're talking to is not sober either, for the billowing clouds of smoke and ethanol fumes get even to the lightest of drinkers.
The man responsible for security whose physical appearance bridges the gap between gorillas and humans will interfere in only the most urgent of situations. And even that only to assure the police won't waste precious fuel and man-hours by instilling order.
Everyone is welcome to degrade their liver and lighten themselves of the burden that are Sirius Credits in the best of all places on Planet Los Angeles.
