Morning hits your skin, the tattoo of a great Vegas night caught in the glow. A club can leave many marks—on your memory, your wallet and the toes you squeezed into those gorgeously impractical shoes—but the stamp is immediate. Ephemeral. You see it and smile, even if you have to wash it off your hand and your face from an accidental transfer.

Ghostbar and its cheeky alter ego GBDC don’t rest on just one image. From a hot kiss to a sweet greeting, the stamps have as many moods as the space.