North
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.
What You'll Find Here
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
Ruffian huh?
Posted on March 27, 2022 by Tipson Cavendar
This guy was sure full of himself. Of course, lots of freaks were bound to be full of themselves. Bastards. The cigarette scent was different than what Tipson was used to. It definitely wasn't the sort he expected you'd find at some convenience station, probably not a store like Walmart either. Mostly Tipson assumed that just because of the rare scent to it considering he'd never bothered trying to check out each individual brand and type.
Tipson nodded somberly, "true. I'd certainly run screaming if I learned I had a husband and that he was cheating on me. I'd also want to buy the tape to know who the hell it was I married for when I got the divorce papers and half his money. The bastard." Tipson could well imagine how something like a sex tape could sell well. He hadn't ever sunk so low as to take pictures of lovers making out but he'd taken enough destructive videos to get the idea. Blackmail was great. There was also just men's sexual tastes just wanting to be filled but Tipson imagined most went to blackmail. Could just be his line of business that gave him that angle
Tipson's brow furrowed a bit, chin lifting a fragment at being called a ruffian. Tipson was a rich snob today and no rich snob would appreciate being labeled a 'ruffian.' Neither would they protest too much considering the situation, unless the were dumb which really a lot were. The jabs that were hurt was saying it looked intentional the way he was trying to blend in. Tipson was a damned good actor! His hair?! Tipson looked very much the part of an insulted gentleman about to go off before seeming to consider the situation. He deflated, a sloping grin in its place, "I'm insulted, but that's hardly the first or last time." Pride was an expensive thing and Tipson generally was willing to be broke on that department. The acting part stung some but he'd live.
"Pleasure to meet you, good sir," Tipson offered out his hand, "Tipson Ruffian Cavendar." Best or worst kind of trouble huh? That figured. Tipson was good at finding trouble, it clung to him like Velcro. "and I've been known to smoke here and there," honestly he could use a good smoke right now or a good drink would be even better. "I noticed the aroma was a bit different than what I'm used to. As to the latter part, I really don't have any husband waiting at home for me so I'm fine on that account" No one waited at home for him. As far as Tipson cared that was fine, it allowed for complete freedom without concern for who might worry about you.
Tipson took the offered cigarette, holding it out it for the lighter. "It would have been boring day anyway so I guess I'm down for a game." If the guy wasn't planning to hurt him or kill him Tipson could survive whatever else. Tipson really doubted he had a choice in the matter so might as well try to keep optimistic. Sound friendly and obliging it might help.