Flying by a wormhole in the depths of the galaxy? Sweeping the stars with your crew of misfits, just trying to scrape up some cash? Racing in hyperdrive to the nearest planet? Well stop by this quaint little tavern somewhere between planet Pushy Boyfriend and star Zephrod111. We serve it all from Galactic Gargle blasers, to that foamy green stuff, and even regular old tea!

Supporters of any race, religion, and species are welcome here, and I'll serve you all as your humble Bartender. Just call me Dark ok hun? 

Belly right up to the bar and chat about your adventures, your woes, your victories! 

What'll it be, hmm?