SEB

Nestled in next to the Red Dragon Inn and Hall somewhere in the dank, tepid warehouse districts sprawled across one of the hubs of the multiverse. A barely functioning neon sign designates this establishment as the Star's End Bar and Grille. Aside from that the exterior is unremarkable, just another grimy building in a sea of such places. The front door is a simple job comprised of a steel slab moved by compressed air salvaged from a wrecked starship long ago. Inside is an eclectic mix of modern and ancient. Old wooden tables and chairs cover the main floor area, minus the far left area with a rarely used band shell and dance floor. Beside the band shell along the back wall is a back stairway to the upstairs and a few old room that can be reserved for a few coins. A fireplace which is somehow always blazing despite any obvious attempt to feed it sits along the left wall. A few worn out armchairs occasionally find their way in front of it. Along the right wall almost opposite to the band shell is a beat up looking juke box acquired from a wrecked freighter by one of the bar's original proprietor's. All along the right wall are wooden booths with worn fabric upholstery hugging the shadows of the rafters looming over the establishment.
The bar itself is an older nicely polished wood object lining nearly nearly 2/3rds of the back wall. Access is on the left end or there is an entrance from the kitchen directly behind it. A modern looking cash register half visible behind the bar shows off the clash of modern and ancient which permeates the entire place. The bar stools are the kind which move and somehow they all actually seem to match despite the faint aire of neglect the place gives off. A replicator sits just to the right of the bar in case people aren't willing to wait for a meal to be cooked, or they don't trust the cook. Next to replicator are the bathrooms with faded symbols for male and female upon their respective doors.
This is Star's End Bar and Grille. Most of its regular patrons refer to it as SEB out of laziness and a certain insider feeling of having a nickname to the place where they spend their evenings.

((Something I've wanted to try, Star's End Bar did exist for awhile on AOL as the home to FFRP, I think it has gone away now. Anyhow it was a great setting, so I am gonna play with it now. Hope its an interesting read at some point.))