Esther's Orbit Room

Esther's is the last vestige of a time when music brought hip Terrans,
transdimensional entities, and precogs to Seventh Street, a nexus
between the rusted railway vestiges pumping ships of merchant marines
with decades of faces altered only in attire.  Like a wormhole
retellilng of the passage to Avalon, it is said that the mist has
grown thick between waking daze that darts the eyes with shuttered
stores, ghosts of rememberence beyond the bright rain-refracted light
sealing people to that space between clock ticks past the gray fading
tilted trajectories of fallen photons.  It is said that it hangs on
the edge of forever.  Drinks are served strong with music that makes
your eyeballs pop out of your head, leading one to really wonder if
that tentacle was in fact moving and was, in fact, attached to that,
well, "man" (or woman, whatevs) stretching out of the
substantial. There are the most attractive aliens of any club this
side of the stratosphere.  Be there or be a hypercube, earthling!

A non-countable number of dance rooms, from the popular Cube Room to
the Warp Chamber, play a sycopated dissonance of concordia dotted with
the pops and beat frequency whistles the color the ocean of warm
background static that have become the mainstay of the musical
school.  Esther personally invented the genre of space pop:  true
fact.  She wasn't satisfied by the dynamic range limitation and lack
of holographic instrumentation (e.g. the thermin of industrial rock
and dubstep.  The hermetically insulated club features steep pressure
gradients supported by bent spacetime that allows strong shock
architecture normally beyond the capacbility of terrestrial
orchestration.

Esther is also credited with making the first Marstini:  two shots of
vodka; dry ice; water ice; campari; grenadine; and a touch of
iridium. Also the Neptunian Retrograde: everclear; French vermouth;
blue caracao; a splash of absinthe; stirred with heavy water.
Delicious, but it's a guaranteed hangover, let me tell you.  And let's
not forget the Magillat of Esther.  Only known of the six ingredients
is orgeat.

Some rhomboids say Esther's is closed.  Pathetic earthlings!  You
think so three dimensionally!  Esther's will always be open in it's
famous locale in spacetime.  Obvie.  Is that the past, you ask?  If
that's how you got to think about it to comprehend it, whatever. I'm
going there tonight and trying out the ultraviolet reflection on my
chromataphores. Maybe Cleo Brown will play with Bowie.  If you think
I'm going let a little mental block like linear spacetime prevent me
from seeing that, maybe you should go bang a few rocks together.

If you have a pet, note that space dogs are always welcome.