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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

Flashing Lights209.237.83.45Posted On November 25, 2017 at 11:29 AM by Killian





The swirl of emotions came back to Killian. You could say, it had been a long time since he had engaged in a conversation with two complete strangers. For a moment, he felt his head spin and he would be forced to put his hand upon his head.
A slight twinge of dizziness would fall upon him, but it wouldn’t last long. It was just a brief feeling, which he was glad for.
The last place he needed to be passing out in was a pub.
He removed his hand from his head, and took a sip of his Old Fashion. The perfume, the flavor and the smoothness were all he had expected from the drink.
Though it was a tad bit weaker than the usual Irish whiskey and drinks he had drank, it still hit the spot.

Killian would replay the words Lazarus had said, and scoffed a little in amusement.
“No lad. I’m not one for takin’ numbers. I’m a tad ol’ fashion; I prefer meeting face to face.”
He retorted smoothly, as he would take another sip of his drink.
Malia seemed happy with the drink she had gotten to choose. He remark on the strong drinks Lazarus and he were drinking made him chuckle loudly.
This was a common expression, especially with him being Irish. The age old question was even asked to him once in a while.
The “How can you drink that strong stuff” one, or the “Doesn’t the smell just turn you away” question.

He chuckled once again, but to himself as he would move his glass and hear the ice make contact with the surface of the glass.
“Well, I just happen to have a knack for drinkin’ strong liquor. It’s in me blood after all.”
He commented as he smiled cheerfully, and a small sense of pride washing over him.
Anyone could see, that Killian was a man who took great pride in who he was.
After he had said his words to Malia, there was still the matter to Lazarus.
He was still confused by him, as well as his presence and motive.

“You know lad... You’re a curious thing. But you’re pretty abrasive — Or as the common phrase goes; You’re much like a rose. Good to look at, but not to touch.”
Killian would smirk a little and take another sip out of his glass.
He may not of wanted to stoop the level of Lazarus, but he could play the game of wits better than most could. After all, Irishmen were known for this and their attitude. But he wasn’t about to show the fire just yet.

The Call Home ... The Tune In Our Hearts
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