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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

whatever you say, say nothing;75.72.150.45Posted On April 12, 2017 at 6:30 PM by lukas beck

don't think twice, it's alright

Immediately he feels guilty at startling her, and he snaps his gaze away from where she’d spilled on her hand to pretend he hadn’t noticed. It was that or apologize, and that would make him feel like just as much of an ass. Instead he looks down, inspecting the grain of wood in the table as he slides into the booth across from her, and is surprised to find himself start to feel trapped and anxious.

He was too old to be counting change, and definitely too old to feel nervous sitting across from any woman, however beautiful.

Cautiously he set down his own coffee, blowing out a breath when it trembled at the rim but did not spill, and looked up to find her hand extended. “Oh,” he said, and shook hers, his grip firm but brief. “Lukas. Pleasure to meet you.”

Gripping his mug in the hand he’d shaken with, he followed her gaze to the window, quirking his lips at the lashes of rain on the glass. “Me too,” is the best he can muster before the racket by the door draws both their gazes, Lukas’s eyes narrowing until he realizes there’s no problem but the rain. He lifts the mug to his lips, steam swirling up, but pauses at the sound of her laughter. It was as warming as his drink, and he finds himself grateful for such an easy going table-buddy. “I bet. Can’t imagine many people are in a hurry to vacate their tables now.”

Over the sound of voices and clattering spoons and lattes being made he glances back down at the paper, shaking it out and eyeing the sections. Toward the back there was page of Help Wanted ads, but as he leafed toward it she spoke again, and he glanced up to meet eyes not far off from the color of his coffee.

Truth be told, those odd jobs were what he was most interested in, but he didn’t want to admit it to this stranger. Instead he folded the paper back to the front page, tapping his finger on a sidebar story that ran above the fold. “Says there were three people shot last night near the harbor, but doesn’t give many details.” He frowned, scanning the lines as he took another sip of scalding coffee. It was good - rich, not bitter, smooth as velvet. Still probably overpriced.

And probably terrible of him, to care more about that than violence. He glanced back up at her, an eyebrow raised. “Is that normal around here? I’m new to town. Didn’t do my proper research before moving, I guess.” He smiled and leaned back in his booth, the rain on the windows casting speckled shadows on his face.

If he knew just how in over his head he was here, he probably wouldn’t be grinning.





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