With a nose full of floral perfume and stale tobacco smoke, walking through glittering hallways is something that feels far from home for most. But, falling asleep at the Keno machine with ice melting in a free drink is someone’s bed for the night. Muffled beeps and an echoed yell reverberate through the mirrored rooms. Folks have an overpriced chicken fried steak for a 12am dinner on a fake balcony just adjacent to the casino floor. A security guard sleeps and wakes himself up when he falls sideways on his bench. Vacationing families wander through the halls, lugging suitcases and neck pillows, attempting to conquer the myriad of escalators and identical hallways. If someone were to die and get stuck in a limbo state, this is where they’d be. Individuals meandering, trying to find the bar, or a bathroom to no avail. No one knows how long they have actually been inside the walls of this game house. Only that their Moscow Mule is empty and 26 on red.