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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

THE EVENING COMES70.49.13.16Posted On April 30, 2017 at 7:56 PM by AINE O'BRYNE

no matter how long the day,
the evening still comes
N
ot too long ago, Aine would have been surrounded by greenery. She would have felt the mist on her face and watched the fog roll across the fields. Now, here she was, neck deep in dust and going through boxes filled with useless things. No one truly knows how much useless crap they have accumulated in their lifetime until it comes time to pack and unpack it. Truly, she knows she should have thrown most of it away.
Started fresh. But there is a part of her that knew she would long for the familiar. No matter how stifling her home life had seemed at the time. She would always be a girl from Ireland, cherishing her time spent on the moor. Now, however, she was going to make the most of her circumstances. Everything and everyone else be damned.

T
he first order of business was to unpack the kitchen and her bedroom. Everything else could wait. Some things were just more essential than others. Or so said Google when she researched the process of moving house. The day had long since been lost to her and already this new house was starting to look and feel like a home. Not quite like her home, but she would make it so. With a long repressed sigh,
Aine stood and swiped the lingering dust from her clothes. It was time for a break. Or to call it quits for the night. She hadn't decided yet. But there was one thing that was sure to make this small town Irish girl more at home. A pint.

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t took a lot longer than Aine deemed necessary to find a tavern. The place was under construction and after standing outside the door for a good five minutes debating with herself, she finally walked in. The first thing Aine noticed was the quiet. The taverns she was used to were rowdy and this silence made an eerie chill skate along her spine. A quick glance over her shoulder at the door before she managed to push the feeling aside. She wanted a drink. She wanted to fit in. She wanted to not feel so alone, even if it was an illusion. She would get used to it, damn it! Mental beratement finished, she walked towards the bar.

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he first thing Aine notices is the brooding but handsome figure seated at the bar. How could she not with his olive complexion and dark features. If she could see aura's his would be dark blue, with flashing neon lights that said to 'back the fuck off'. He was certainly not giving off a friendly vibe. Great. Just what she needed.
Her first night in town and she was going to be seated next to the town grouch. Wonderful. Truly. The sarcastic tone of her mind made a smile spill across her youthful features. Well, she was going to have a pint and she was not about to let this dude's bad mood ruin it for her. Walking by, she bypasses the stool directly at his side and opts for the one down from it -- settling her sleek, long legged frame atop it. Perfect.

A
ine lifted a hand and motioned for the bartender. She wasn't sure of the protocall and so she simply waited to be addressed. A minute of two ticked by while she sat there and before she knew it, Aine was taking a peek at Mr. Dark and Mysterious through the long silky curtain of her hair. The bartender made his way over while she spying and asked for her order. Knowing she had been caught red-handed, so to speak, caused a lovely flush to heat the pale hue of her skin. A slight embarrassed clearing of the throat followed by her Irish lilt "A pint of Guinness, please." She gave him a nervous smile when he slid the drink towards her and was grateful to have something to do with her hands. Lifting the drink to her lips she took a long sip before sighing in satisfaction. At least a Guinness was a Guinness, even if you weren't in Ireland to drink it. Smiling, she saluted the bartender with her glass before taking another sip. All the while doing her best to pretend the stranger to her left was invisible.

Aine O' Bryne
credit to alisha of caution 2.0.






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