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.
Was he right? Would she have standards? A drink was a drink...it was what the drink meant that would be the thing that stopped her. She wasn't the girl to sleep with someone just to get ahead, so the idea that she was considering going home with him tonight just so she might get something out of it tomorrow was repulsive to her. She hated knowing she would stoop so low, but her morals and values had only gotten her so far and unfortunately, the well was drying up and she was getting desperate.
She told him that she knew he drank to drown out his sorrows, that he was easy to read in that sense. His quip that came next was so true. You couldn't feel if you were numb. There was a time when Emmy was so "numb" from alcohol that she couldn't tell which direction was up. It had been a destructive time in her life, one she didn't care to think about...especially with someone she didn't know.
When he asked if she ever sang any of her stuff, she shook her head. "I'm too shy to sing my own stuff." Perhaps shy might not have been the best word, but it tied him with his quip about being too shy to sing sober. In reality, she didn't sing her own stuff because that was a part of her that no one knew about. "I haven't had enough to drink." Clearly she was getting a little overwhelmed, but she brought the glass back to her lips to take another sip to down out the nervousness.
Wanting to change the subject onto something less...person (at least for her), she chuckled. "So...I've seen you in here before. You are always people watching, always watching the girls who come in here. So what's your type? You know...the type you like to bring home?" Who he liked to fuck and who he dated were two very different types. She doubted he was the dating type - he seemed more self-absorbed to care about how another person felt in a relationship.