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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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

Ain't life just awful strange192.206.23.249Posted On May 31, 2017 at 2:25 PM by Gia Jones

a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be



Buffy's limp frame settles against the cool and moist bricks of the exterior wall with a low thud and a short sigh. She teeters some on her own, trying to find her balance against the wall and on her feet without leaning too much against the vampire, but her fitful attempts are just that -- uncoordinated and futile. Still, she manages to take a deep breathe through her open mouth, one of relief and release. She has the sudden urge to smoke a cigarette but has none on her and probably couldn't lift her fingers to her lips anyway. So instead she takes the handkerchief when it is handed to her, slowly her fingers coming to grasp loosely at the fabric. She tries to nod in acknowledgement to Sebastian but she still can't see his face in full clarity, so instead she hovers silently, perched crookedly against the wall, and rubs his handkerchief around her sweating neck and forehead, and against her wet lips.

She rambles. "Faaaaaack. FUCK." She is wholeheartedly embarrassed.

The charm of the handkerchief isn't wasted on her. Her brown-eyed gaze hovers on it, the dampened spots from her own doing, as it sits idly in her hand. Buffy has given up hope of physically overcoming whatever this was, be it a drug raging through her blood or the alcohol that had poisoned her to the point of being rendered useless. But her mind, for the most part, seemed in tact. That was the worst part of all of this -- knowing what was going on to and around her, but not being able to do anything about it. Sebastian was her savior tonight. She could not begin to express how appreciative she was and that was beginning to make her feel overwhelmed. The dark hunter had treated him so terribly during their previous altercations. Like most vampires, she had judged him harshly. Buffy knew the second she heard his voice at the bar tonight that he would help her. She knew she had nothing to fear, and that she could trust him in this moment. She couldn't explain it, but she felt it in her gut. It scared her. But if it wasn't for Sebastian, there was no telling how or when or if she could have managed to make it out of that bar and away from those men.

She listens when he asks her about going home but says nothing. Just as he moves to collect her, the dark hunter suddenly chokes up. The muscles in her body become stiff. And then she begins to cry. It sounds like blubbering nonsense at first. But the wails come eventually. They are loud and deep throated and heartbreaking. Warm tears gathered in her bottom eyelids until the amount of moisture became too great, and they dripped quietly down her sweating face. It was as if the flood gates had been ripped open inside of her, and every terrible, gut-wrenching feeling she'd felt since Jason and her mom and Leslie came rushing back to the forefront of her mind. In this awful moment, she leaned further into Sebastian and waited for it to be over. It was as if those years in between, in which Buffy had worked so diligently to build up a stronger outer exterior, had been wiped away.

Her muscles fell limp against as Sebastian lifted her. Buffy cradled her head against his chest as her sobs transpired into muted whimpers. Her body trembled from the damp and the cold. Eventually she managed to squeak out a raspy, "Dupont Circle."

GIA BUFFY JONES




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