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.
Sad eyes, mouth full of white lies "So you're a lifer? Plan on sticking around until you find a reason to leave?" Blake didn't anticipate a serious answer, his question meant more in play than anything else. If she was intending on sticking around, that was fine for him since he would be the first to admit, he was enjoying her company. She was friendly and spontaneous, a spurt of fun injected in an otherwise dull evening. Serafina had definitely won a gold sticker for the night, even as early as it was. Besides, girl had great aim. "You own your own place? That's got to be a pretty sweet gig. Get to make your own hours, sleep late and leave early?" Man, she had to be around his age, maybe give or take. That was really impressive to have her own place, especially if it was any sort of success that allowed her to make a living. Sure, he once gave a thought toward maybe starting something of his own but what would he do? He didn't have many marketable skills since he seemed to be the guy that was perpetually starting something but never finishing. At least not without a lot of prodding. "Hey, look at us- two of a kind." Blake grinned, believing they were in a similar boat in that sea of experience. If she had any other reasons for it, he didn't know them and didn't really care. It wasn't something that demanded further inquiry, it was a simple moment of shared experience and bonding toward a stranger. If there was a problem in that, it was something he couldn't see. "If you want to be nitpicky, it's the first festival I've been to in... a couple of years?" It was a guess, he couldn't think of an exact date. Still, that in itself said volumes. He returned her wink with a lopsided grin, giving her hand a small squeeze instead of announcing a firm grip. What could Blake say, he liked a challenge now and again. Hell, the kid grew up the youngest in a family of all boys, everything had been a competition growing up. His grin grew broader when she agreed to his challenge, his childish delight gleaming ever brighter in his eyes. Yes, this plan of hers, to escape the bar and hit the carnival, it was absolutely genius. "Me? Pfft. You're totally getting me a bear, maybe even two." He retorted as he settled in front of his own water gun, ready to go to work. The bell dinged to announce the start of the water gun game, the boy setting off to quickly pull the triggers on his water gun â€" after he gave a quick push on Sera's shoulder to screw with her start with a mischievous smirk. You know, for all his initial competitiveness, Blake's competition rapidly depleted when he pulled the triggers on his water gun to see a sad stream of "pleeeeh" fall from the spout. Well, shit. Now it was clear that the only way he was going to win was by physically restraining her, he simply resorted to nudging or tugging on her water gun just to mess with her. He had already resigned himself to attempting to win this giant stuffed animal. Or two. Was it just one or had he actually agreed to two? God, they just made the bet and he already forgot. Boy should learn to pay attention. "For the record, I totally believe you set that up. Cheater, giving me the broken one." for: character // word count: ## // notes notes notes |