South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

mysterious, i like it


Posted on May 25, 2018 by Christian Walker
South


He didn't have the energy to care if he was being followed at this point. The coven might be keeping tabs on him just so they'd be able to kidnap him and torture him in style if there was even a tickle that he might not go back himself the next day but at this point, all he wanted was to lose himself in some strong whiskey or vodka. He sighed as he pushed the bar door open, immediately relaxing in the dim lighting and the cigarette smoke. He actually hated the smell but tonight he drank it in, drowning in it much more gracefully than he drowned in that bubble of water just a few hours ago. It made the atmosphere that much more what he needed right now.

Making his way to a table, he sat down and ordered two shots of Whiskey to start him off. He wanted to be blacked out and maybe he'd even get lucky and wake up next to someone hot in the morning. He threw the first shot back, his eyes scanning the room leisurely and that's when he saw the dark haired woman striding confidently in his direction. He inhaled, smelling the magic in her blood from here. Great, another witch, just what he needed. He groaned, setting his drink down to fix her with a bored "what do you want now?" stare the minute she slid into the booth across from him. He was about to give the usual question and answer meet and greet to see if she was from the New Eden coven when she spoke first.His brow quirked as she said his name, though curiosity and suspicion played in his eyes as she brought up a friend that talked about him. Who would talk about him? Maybe as "the traitor" or "the failure" but they usually didn't bother to call him by name in the coven.

So who then? She even had a "she" in mind and Christian instantly thought of Jessie, the girl he'd fooled around with a few times, more to satisfy his urges and his loneliness more than anything. Had she been talking about him? He thought he had asked her to be discreet about their connection. Foolish girl. And especially to tell another witch about them. His eyes showed only irritation. He would have to talk about her about that. There might even be "punishment" involved. Not that she would mind. She was a kinky girl. The more the witch said though, the more he questioned who this friend was. Worried about him? Said he needed help? Jessie didn't know about the coven or anything of that nature. He kept his life private from everyone, her included. He was always in control around her so she wouldn't try to put any emotions to him, especially not to worry about him. He merely watched the witch as she looked at him, as if trying to study him.

"I...don't know who or what you're referring to. I don't need help." He fixed her with one of his intent stares, the kind that says his offer is final and there's no room for argument. But her continued words only made him question all over again. His mom? She was alive and well in Wisconsin. He was sure she worried about him but he called every month or so just to make sure things were fine and she didn't need any financial help. His brow went even higher when she mentioned a lover, wife, or girlfriend. He laughed, his eyes twinkling with humor. She asked if he was a virgin then what he was drinking and in answer, he slid the shot of Whiskey toward her. "Drink and find out." Then he tilted his head, studying her. "No wife, no girlfriend. I like to keep attachments to a minimum. My last serious relationship was hardly considered a 'she.'" His gaze lowered to the table then, his next words softly uttered in a low dangerous voice. "And I'm the furthest thing from a virgin, not that it's any of your damn business."

He leaned back in his chair, further studying her before he smirked. "You the overprotective friend or something? You always approach strangers that you hear gossip about? You know my name but I don't know yours. I hardly see that as fair." He got the bartender's attention with a raised finger, motioning for two more shots. Then he looked back at her to await her answers.


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