Pizza, Denied
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The gentleman at the Shak rail who earlier had the questionable sense of balance just now attempted to order some pizza. He walked over to the Bell rail to ask them what they wanted.
"What are you doing?" cried another Shak railer, "They're the enemy!"
It's all love here, though, and orders were taken. "Please be open, please be open..." he prayed to the telephone gods as he called the one pizza delivery number he had, but to no avail. The rail shall remain hungry, as will the media and floor staff who were hoping to cadge some when it arrived.
If anyone knows of any all-night pizza emporia in Vegas that deliver, please get in touch.