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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

you're my water you're my wine69.145.144.152Posted On March 04, 2017 at 8:58 AM by malek ackerman

Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.



It was easy enough to find Malek in a bar; it was, in fact, his favorite past time. The bartenders didn’t seem to mind him always finding a way into the bar night after night, the vampire was a fantastic tipper. He had far too much money and nothing to spend it on and as an immortal what else would you do with your life?

Hands deep in his jacket pockets, his hair tied on the top of his head, he meanders down the street casually, the crowd seeming to get larger the closer he got to the downtown area. He didn’t mind the press of humans around him; when you lived as long as he did the scent of the living tended to dwindle. Plus, the vampire hardly needed much blood to survive, let alone human blood. A diet had had acquired some centuries ago.

A pleasant smile quirks up his lips as he reminisces on the past, only the darting of a figure across the street and into the bar he was headed to, drags his attention away from his memories. His favorite bar was busy tonight, he simply hoped he could find a seat close to the bartender, he did have a bad habit of leaving drunk every night he went out. Adjusting his coat, he prowls towards the entrance, shouldering his way through the door, only to pause at the site of the immense crowd. Clucking his tongue, he almost turns to leave until a shove from behind has him stumbling into the crowd. Removing his hands from his pockets, he looks over his shoulder to find the way to the entrance blocked by bodies.

Heaving a sigh, he shimmies his way through the dancing of the bodies to the bar, waving to the bartender in greeting. Scanning the seats, he finds the only empty one next to a rather scantily clad woman, her hair long and dark, hanging in loose waves about her shoulders and those bright red lips that would make the strongest human weep at her feet. It takes only but a moment for Malek to note she was one of the same as him; a vampire. And from the looks of it she was hunting.

He debates on leaving her to her own devices but he can’t help but change his direction and waltz towards her; the vampire had only met two other of his brethren residing in Sacro, he was curious, to say the least as to what kind of vampire this woman was. The last vampire he had met tried to drink from him, an unusual sport, as vampires didn’t create blood they simply took it. He couldn’t imagine drinking old blood. Just thinking about it made him cringe.

Nevertheless, he makes his way towards the woman letting a pleasant smile dance across his lips, “Is your drink not to your liking?” he asks, noting the way she almost shies away from the liquid. It took years for Malek to be able to stomach the taste of anything besides blood, he eventually found that alcohol dulled his affinity that he couldn’t seem to turn off.

Taking a seat next to the woman, he gestures for the bartender, ordering his usual of whiskey but asks for an extra. When the bartender returns, he takes one of the drinks, bravely plucks the cup from the woman’s hand and replaces it with whiskey on the rocks, “This is much smoother,” he shrugs, offering a lingering smile, those English lyrics speaking just loud enough to be heard over the crowd, “So, who looks tasty tonight?”

You're my whiskey. From time to time.



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