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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

Ain't life just awful strange (open)192.206.23.249Posted On August 28, 2017 at 10:02 AM by Gia Jones

a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be



Gia Jones stared down at the steaming black contents of her mug and scowled. The rich aroma of the coffee was making her stomach churn, but she knew the only way she'd feel better is if she somehow managed to swallow it all down. But she'd been staring at the full mug for a good five minutes now, warming her hands around the porcelain, but never bringing it to her lips. Usually when the dark hunter drank coffee, she spiked it with a bit of whiskey. But given the events that transpired the night before, she was trying her hardest to steer herself away from that kind of debilitating habit.

Buffy had a splitting headache. She'd never experienced vertigo before but imagined the lingering uneasiness she was feeling now was something a lot like it. Maybe this was just the most extreme hangover she'd ever had. Or maybe she was still feeling the ill effects of being drugged from last night. No matter what happened, Buffy couldn't shake the shameful feeling that hung over her like a dark cloud today in the aftermath. Her memory was hazy, but when images of the men from that bar popped into her brain, she'd clench her fists tightly in reaction. When she first woke up back home in her bed alone and her brain began to register the night's previous events, she proceeded to punch a series of holes in her walls. Begrudgingly she dragged herself into the bathroom where she vomited more than once, then managed to take a shower. And Buffy had been holed up in her neighborhood coffee shop ever since.

The dark hunter's dark hair was still wet, and hung in knotted clumps around her face. The fabric of her wrinkled T-shirt was wet at her shoulders were her locks came to rest. She let her messy hair cover her face in an attempt to shield herself from any onlookers who might know her, like the ladies from yoga or worse. Luckily it was daytime, so she knew she had a few more hours before she could potentially run into Sebastian. Just thinking about the vampire made her feel queasy all over again. Sebastian was her savior last night. She could not begin to express how appreciative she was at the time and that made her feel overwhelmed. The dark hunter had treated him so terribly during their previous altercations. Like most vampires, she had judged him harshly. Buffy knew the second she heard his voice at the bar last night that he would help her. She knew she had nothing to fear, and that she could trust him in this moment. She couldn't explain it, but she felt it in her gut. It scared her. If it wasn't for Sebastian, there was no telling how or when or if she could have managed to make it out of that bar and away from those men.

And now she was left alone with this physically sickening feelings, and an array of weird, complicated feelings about the vampire who helped her. Buffy stared down at her mug of coffee, the scowl still very much present across her sweating and pale features. She breathed a deep sigh, and slugged the mug to her lips, gulping down the hot, earthy liquid until there was nothing left in her cup.


GIA BUFFY JONES




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