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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

What is this thing called vertigo?94.4.212.78Posted On June 28, 2017 at 9:07 AM by Florentine Winter

FLORENTINE WINTER

It is not often that Kearn would be of a sunny disposition, and had Flora not been hurriedly guzzling her beer, then she may have taken a moment to truly witness such an anomalous moment. However, adult drinks were the illicit order of the day and the child was determined to reap every benefit she could from this moment.

Like a hawk, her eyes follow him from above the rim of her pint glass. Flora was a pretty child, with her thick tangle of honey hair – occasionally adorned with wild flowers – and delicate features. However, the same could not be said for her manners – a side effect of growing up on the streets no doubt. She barely conceals a belch behind the rim of the glass, a hiccup chasing it up. She ignores the glances of disgruntled and curious patrons as she proceeds to drunkenly bellow out the order for Kearn’s whiskey. If she was going to get out of this without too much of a lecture, she had better loosen him up with a glass of expensive whiskey.

Her nose wrinkles at his threat. “The police can’t catch me!” She boasts, buoyed by alcohol and pride. “I learned from the best.” The last word is accentuated with a slap to his wrist, clear evidence of her speed, even as she was rapidly falling three sheets to the wind. She fixes him with a fierce stare, she would share a lot of things with him, but the greasy chips were hers. However, even through the descending drunken haze, she seems to think better of aggravating her guardian and retracts her hand, slowly.

With hawk eyes, and thoroughly delighted with her choice of drink for him, Flora watches as Kearn appreciatively brings the whiskey to his nose. With more gusto than is required for such a delicate gesture, Flora’s pint glass thrusts against Kearn’s whiskey. Her smile is wider than ever, sloppier than ever and more challenging than ever as he toasts her health. “Yes! To my health.” She hums appreciatively, gulping down another liberal swallow of her beer. Yet her eyes do not stray from Kearn’s glass and an ominous moment of silence follows before she chirps, “Can I have a taste of your whiskey?”

Her pint glass finds the bartop with a heavy thump, her greasy fingers already reaching for his glass before she thinks better of it. “Quick swap?” Flora offers instead. Kearn was a tradesman after all, better to meet him halfway... Beadily her eyes flit between the whiskey and his face as she gropes for another chip, popping it into her mouth. Generously Flora slides the basket of fries across to Kearn, maintaining eye contact throughout as she attempted her most tried and tested look of appeal. Studiously she ignores the ominous tilting of the room and the strange, incessant need to giggle.




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