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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 May 16, 2017 at 9:49 PM by AINE O'BRYNE

no matter how long the day,
the evening still comes
H
uman nature is as simple as it is complex. The moment more of his demon rises, there is a very physical reaction in Aine. Her pulse begins to race. Her breath becomes quicker and more discernible through the heaving of her breasts. A clammyness begins to sheen across her pale skin and her pupils dilate with eons worth of ingrained fear. The prey in her sensed a predator but her flight or fight instinct must have a defect. For underneath all that instinctual hubbabloo she is intrigued. It's almost as if he is the missing link she has been searching for her entire life. The idea made flesh that got her cast away from her family in Ireland. He was something 'other' than human. Aine was sure of it...but that rational side of her mind tried to talk her out of it. Tried to rationalize her reaction as simple fear to an obviously deranged stranger who was doing a very good job at intimidating her. Part of her even believed it. However, Aine had always been a dreamer and if her family couldn't shake her beliefs she certainly wasn't about to let herself do it. With a mental 'fuck you' to her rational brain, Aine stiffened her spine and met his gaze with a dare in her eyes. Do it. Come on.

A
ine must be one part brave and three parts fool, just like her father always told her. For surely only a fool would react as she had done. Foolhardy to the end it would seem. The lazy drawl of his voice is so at odds with his stare that it takes a moment for it to set in, that the comment made came from his lips. A scowl mars her features in response and it causes a wrinkle to form between her brows. Asshole. Of course the handsome, perhaps otherworldly stranger had to be an asshole. It was so fitting and yet the epitome of a cliche that she was slightly disappointed. Stifling a sigh she doesn't bother with a vocalized response and instead chooses the very mature route of rolling her eyes. He had stared at her. She had felt his eyes upon her skin like a caress before the indifference. He wasn't just a cliched asshole, he was a hypocrite as well. Perfect. The first person she meets in this town just had to be an utter numbskull. What great luck she appeared to be having so far.

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he is getting ready to cut her losses and go home for the night when he decides to respond. His answer causes a single brow to raise on her lovely face. If he wanted her to lose interest, he was certainly going about it the wrong way. His name slides into her mind like a musical note and resonates. A shiver rolls down her spine and causes the hair to rise on the back of her neck. She's never heard his name before and before she knows what she's doing, her tongue is forming his name and uttering it back to him in her Irish lilt. "Andras." She pauses, as if savoring the taste of his name on her tongue. A moment goes by before she extends her delicate hand and offers him her name in return. "Aine." She wonders if he understand it's An-Yah, or even if he'll shake her hand. Hell, she didn't even know why she offered it in the first place, except that the gesture was ingrained in her mind.

A
light blush begins to rise over her pale complexion and before long she is blushing prettily and lowering her hand embarrassed. She felt like an idiot. Aine highly doubted he went around shaking hands with people. He hardly seemed the type. Aine casts her gaze to the bar top and stares at the wooden surface for a few moments before hesitatingly peering up through her dark lashes at his handsome but assholeish face. He wants to know why she's here? Good question. What started out as wanting a simple drink has somehow morphed into, well, whatever the hell this is. Aine catches her bottom lip between her teeth and worries the soft flesh before replying. "I just moved here." She pauses and then continues because she has developed a case of verbal diarrhea it seemed. "This is my first night in town. I figured'd I'd grab a pint and see what the town was like. Looking for a little piece of home in the big city." She finally manages to catch her tongue and shut herself up before she can say anything else. Hastily she grabs her drink and lifts it to her lips and takes yet another large swallow. Well, it couldn't get any worse. Right?

Aine O' Bryne
credit to alisha of caution 2.0.






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