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
Eternity
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.
The VooDoo Room
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.
The Witchery
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.
I drank liquor and ate a lighter, and woke up breathing fire
Posted on October 26, 2014 by Emerence Hux
Her eyes roll back from sarcasm. Turning her head in a sideways glance, a slight tilt in her frame, she answers, "I like girls." And even though she knows the truth, she won't let him catch on so quickly. He seemed to enjoy games.
Hazel eyes return to the round melting cubes swirling in her drink. Her wrist slightly rolls so a constant wave disturbs the stillness of her beverage, entertaining herself. Back home bars were smaller, filled with familiar faces and a good time. Here, she is a stranger. A new face. And the city is bigger. It is like being a pet store fish and being released into the ocean.
She isn't a fish though. She likes to think herself a shark.
He continues to speak and Em only catches the last few words. Something about a car and what her excuse was. It takes her a second to realize he means her excuse for drinking, and not driving. "Your that guy who is utterly obsessed with his vehicle, aren't you?" Her disgust is fake, easily interpreted as a tease. She takes a large swig of her drink, the final sip, before setting it back down on a promotional coaster.
"If I have to sit here and listen to the tragic loss of your car Bethanie, you might need to wave me down another drink," she finally looks at him, truly looks at him, resting her elbow on the table and cradling her head in her hand.
He has blue eyes, something Em has envied since she realized she could. Blue eyes were a gift, a mutation not given to most with dark hair, but almost anyone with blonde hair had them. Except her of course. She was gifted with a gold mix of hazel, vibrant and bright, unique sure, but not blue. Not the colour of the sky in the middle of the afternoon or the colour of the Cuban ocean against a black sand beach. They are swirls of wood floors tied in with a golden center around her pupil. And his hair, far darker than hers had ever been. She has more of a platinum colour, with settle lowlights and a blend of cream. He has a dirtier shade, a more masculine tone. And his height, even though she sits, she knows if they were to stand she would hardly reach his shoulders. Being only 5'4, she has a ways to his lips.
Why is she thinking of that.
"I drink leisurely to keep the tolerance up," she smiles then, because although it isn't completely honest, and she is here to meet some faces (what better place than a bar), leisurely drinking is the best way to go. She was never one to drink emotionally, or to fill a void. Only when she lost her brother. But that seemed excusable.
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- let me show you the wild side - By Kohl on October 29, 2014 at 2:31 PM