The Cosmic Lounge
Veronica Hart had been singing in the Piano Bar at Caesars Palace for fifteen years, and she'd seen some weird shit. But the thing at table seven tonight was... different. Every night between 11 PM and 2 AM, her audience changed. Fewer tourists. Fewer locals. More... others. Interdimensional travelers who tipped in impossible currency and made requests like 'Fly Me to the Moon' sung by a species that had actually achieved lunar travel.