Pull up a stool, Lucky's holding court. Our mascot is leaning on the bar with a martini in one paw (a bone for a garnish, naturally) and throwing up the horns with the other, under a banner that promises cold drinks, bad decisions and open late. It's the kind of lounge every local swears they found first, stamped on a tee in faded old-sign red like a shirt you'd find behind the bar.

Printed on a Comfort Colors 1717 — garment-dyed, heavyweight, broken-in-on-day-one soft. Built for late nights off the Strip, happy hours that turn into last call, and anyone whose favorite barstool already knows their name.