Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.
Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.
Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.
Well, so far, so good. Tommy couldn't call him anymore to try to settle on that rent money when he no longer had Taylor's phone number. He felt a little bad about it since Tommy was a decent guy but he couldn't afford to have his ex land lord calling for money that he didn't have. It should make it harder for Doug and his shark loan goons to track him too since they had his old phone on a tracker. Catch me if you can, now, suckers, he thought to himself as he finished unpacking his stuff. Three tshirts and two pairs of pants. He'd have to buy some more clothes while he was in town but for that, he'd need some money. He planned to go out job hunting tomorrow but today was a new day in a new town and he needed to get to know the people he was going to be seeing a lot of. Sighing as he stepped outside, he grabbed his leather jacket off the back of the door and locked the door before heading down to where his Harley sat parked in the front parking spot, gleaming in the setting sun. It was his most prized possession, no doubt about that. He had sold off pretty much everything else he used to own, including his little Mazda car, but he couldn't sell the bike. Him and his dad had built it from scratch. He had started working on it in middle school, working for his dad to get money for the parts, one paycheck at a time. When it was finished, he had never been so proud of something he'd built with his own two hands. Over the years, he'd spent his paychecks upgrading it and building accessories. His parents had tried to get him to sell it more than once to help pay bills but he couldn't do it. So instead he took off to start a new life. He'd bounced around from town to town since, settled down in one or two but he always seemed to find a reason to hit the road again. But this city...something about it drew him. Maybe he'd stick around for a while this time. He drove around town for a little while before a little hole in the wall bar caught his attention. Deciding why the heck not, he pulled in and parked, heading inside to see what there was to see. When he stepped inside, his gaze swept around the bar. It was the usual crowd, mostly couples playing pool and a group of men near the back singing drunkenly and laughing as they slapped each other on the back. There were a few solomn faces sitting at the bar, pouring their souls into their drinks as they spilled their guts to the bartender while an older lady with way too much makeup danced in the middle of the floor like she was choreographed by Rihanna. She had a drink in her hand and Taylor had to hand it to her, she hadn't spilled it once, not even when she stumbled on her own feet and had to grab onto a guy walking by to shoot pool, to right herself. He gae swept curiously over a younger girl he noticed standing by the doorway still. She was out of the way and looked a little nervous and out of place but he knew better than to approach a woman by herself in a bar. She'd either think he was hitting on her automatically or she'd get creeped out and the biggest dude in here would get up to hit him. Been there, done that. He was usually just trying to be the good guy but somehow it always backfired on him. Figuring she was waiting on someone, he walked on to the bar, taking a seat and ordering a shot of tequila. He continued to watch the people in the bar while he sipped from his drink. The songs on the jukebox changed from 80's rock to slow country love songs and he scowled. That wasn't helping his drink go down any better. But in her defense, the lady with too much makeup was making it work for her, even randomly grabbing guys by this point to dance with her though none of them seemed too amused. His hazel eyes danced with amusement while he watched, but his gaze kept wandering back to the lone girl by the door. She hadn't moved and no one had approached her but he kept seeing some of the more drunk guys further down the bar eying her and he knew it was only a matter of time before they got enough liquid courage to make a move. And sure enough, a burly guy with a beard told his friends to "watch this" and got up, swaggering over to her like he owned the place. Taylor watched his buddies heer him on and some even whistle in her direction as the man boldly leaned against the wall by her, his breath stinking of cigarettes and whiskey as he leaned toward her. "Heya, pretty lady. Want to come sit with me and my friends? We won't bite....promise." His eyes gleamed with mischief as his buddies laughed and Taylor shifted in his seat, wondering if he should get involved. He figured maybe this would be a good time for whoever she was waiting on to walk in and intervene, or maybe some father figure in here would tell the guy to go back to his table but neither of those seemed to be happening. Maybe the girl could speak up for herself, but would that really make the situation any better? She might just get him riled up more. Right about the time the man decided to snake his arm out as if to grab her around the waist and pull her close did he decide now was as good a time as any to play hero so he stood up and hollered to get the man's attention. "Hey, leave her alone." He downed the rest of his tequila as he watched the man to make sure the guy had at least stopped to look at him. He might need some liquid courage himself now. |