Everyone deserves an after-work bar, and the denizens of Century "Check Out Our Mall" City are no exception. Like the first colonizing lichen to take root on barren rock: Xbar
Xbar's poised to drink deeply from the agent-y teat of CC's two recent transplants: CAA and ICM. Featuring cocktails made w/ hand-squeezed juices and gourmet finger foods, X caters to their suited hordes thusly
The stone bar'd front room's flanked by nightclubish cabanas, great for private meetings with important clients, or hiding from the boss after losing important clients.
The outdoor area's got a large digital screening area, complete with fire pits for subsequently destroying the only copy of Van Even Wilder.
For those few agents who enjoy drugs, the backroom's a cross between a Palm Springs guest house and Pee Wee's Playhouse: wicker chairs set against day-glo couches are complimented by imaginary crowds of puppets who'll shriek gleefully each time you say "spatula".
No matter which room you're in, each of the the ubiquitous flat-screens is equipped with a DVD player -- so whether you're in the 'hood craving a cocktail or just want to watch "The Running Man", you can hole up at Xbar until your ass becomes a colonizing lichen eating up a bar stool.