Some big personalities visit the bar. People have had a long old time to sit in space, and gone through a lot of trials and tribulation. Many realize quite how small they are. Why they should let their true personas taste the world.
I knew there were tourists by the size of their engine. Their ship streak across the horizon, with a buzz somewhere between a motorbike and an old lawnmower. A patron at the bar rolled her eyes. They arrived wearing sunglasses and holding hands, and ordered drinks with umbrellas and pineapple in hurricane glasses.