I'd like to bikeshed a little on the name.

Billie was still being persistently head-gamed by the male clientele.

It's a fine place, even if it's located inside one of Vegas's zooiest J casino hotels, and no one blinks if you show up in casual clothes.

Or probably all meals coalesced with him in an orgy of thick bread-and-marge and an array of sauce-bottles.