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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

for pleasure seldom has a cure50.46.131.56Posted On September 04, 2017 at 4:28 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian Ellington

Cause i've been dancing with shadows
waiting till the morning after


Those dark blue eyes remained settled upon the young woman as that simple inquiry of keys prompted her to near fumble in an effort to fetch from that jeans far too tight for Sebastian to feel comfortable digging through. Though he was certainly a sensual being by nature, there was a part of him that was still ever bit the gentleman. The Englishman somehow detested the notion of putting his hands upon a woman when it was unwanted and, with Gia, he was quite certain that it was unwanted. His lips pressed together as he noted her otherwise futile efforts, prompting a near sigh from him at that near defeated fashion in which she regarded him. Though she certainly seemed far more aware of her environment then she had been when he'd found her - this, it seemed, was still out of her ability to complete. "All right, daffodile." He commented softly, letting her lean against the facade of that building he'd brought her too. "It's okay, I've got it." The vampire continued to speak if only for the hope that it might at least reassure her in some fashion, though whether or not the usually feisty woman needed it, he couldn't say. His fingers fit in the folds of that pocket of those tight jeans, peeling the woman's keys from the depths of that skin-tight clothing. Sebastian made a point to ensure he hardly lingered longer the necessary before his hands returned to himself - keys and all.

He fiddled with that key ring, trying a few before finding one that fit into that lock on the door. It took a moment longer before he finally pushed open that door, the man stepping away at that growl of the young woman at his side. A look of momentary indecision crossed his features before he slowly stepped into that dingy little house, the man plucking the keys from that lock only to be met with the hiss of a cat. He eyed the orange feline wearily and yet, the cat hardly seemed inclined to move in the slightest. His gaze slowly shifted from the animal towards the young woman that laid face first in her bed. Somehow, he suspected she hardly desired any further assistance from him - not to mention that simple knowledge that night was ending soon. It was a fact he could near feel in his bones. He needed to return home. Dorian would be waiting for him. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the young woman's voice, those dark blue eyes fluttered towards her before he offered her a small smile. "Of course." He commented simply, hardly feeling the need to point out that he'd never truly had any sort of issue with the woman in first place. "Try to get some rest, dove. I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning. I'm leaving your keys on the sofa, okay? I'll see myself out." Sebastian continued, placing that keyring upon the ratty surface of that couch.

There was hardly a reason to linger, he was certain, now that he had seen that the woman was home safely. Sebastian hardly lingered long, however, before making his way back towards the door. He made entirely certain it closed securely behind him, even if he doubted any of the woman's assaulters at the bar would have followed them this far without him noticing. Sebastian drew his own coat closer towards his figure. He'd been out far later than he usually preferred to be, the sun was far too close to rising then he liked. Frankly, he'd rather go hungry then be caught within the glare of that sunlight. It was without much consideration at all that he quickly left that little flat, heading back to his own glamorous mansion in the North.



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