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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

slipping past the sun's long kiss [Kearn]90.208.217.27Posted On May 19, 2017 at 10:01 AM by Florentine Winter

FLORENTINE WINTER

She was not going to wait for Kearn. Beadily she eyes the food that drifts her way, carried high as though it were some royal or celestial feast – to Flora’s stomach it may as well have been. The child wets her lips, saliva already pooling about her tongue, for how long had it been since she ate? Two days? Three? She cannot remember and decided not to as she handed over her grubby coins from her equally grubby hand.

Patrons eye her from their bar stools but the girl pays them no mind. She dares to even offer the bartender a particularly rude gesture as he suggests that she move to the more… child-friendly area of the pub. Her gesticulation is followed by an equally rude demand for a pint of their finest beer. It was quite unclear whether the bartender’s smirk as he skulked off was one of challenge or thinly concealed admiration. He returns, however, placing their finest beer before her, his eyebrow raised and his smirk now more nasty.

Challenge then.

Florentine eyes the golden, frothy beer with interest. Her cheeks bulge with her liberal mouthfuls of food and it is an effort to swallow around each, but she manages admirably. The bartender keeps his watch, waiting, curious to see if the child dares to drink… And just how much she manages before she is vomiting on the floor.

Unsuccessfully smoothing the rogue, wild wisps of hair back into her untidy plait, Flora brazenly catches the bartender’s eye before raising the glass to him in thanks. A sip would have been enough to assuage what little thirst she had, but our Flora was never one to step down from a challenge. She takes a gulp, in time to see Kearn walk through the brass doors of the dingy pub. Their eyes catch and she takes another larger and even more defiant gulp.

In a ladylike gesture, most at odds with her looks and earlier attitude, Flora places the pint glass delicately upon the bar top. Wiping the froth from her mouth with the edge of her sleeve, she turns to Kearn with a proud, if a little bleary, smile.

“Shoulda got here sooner.” The defiant pleasure crows through each word as she smugly eyes Kearn. How long had she pleaded with him to get her a beer at the bars they passed or occasionally entered? Leaning in, a french-fry in one hand and her beer in the other, she adds, “Toldja I would find a barman willing to accept my challenge.”

Popping the french-fry in her mouth, Flora slaps her grubby hand upon the wooden bar and crows – just a little too loud and a little too drunkenly- “A whiskey for my friend!”



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