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

then give it the strong stuff. least it deserves


Posted on July 19, 2018 by Christian Walker
South


He didn't know anything about this witch but she couldn't be all bad if she wanted to drink with him. He'd never say no to a drinking buddy, even if she was telling him stories of some ghost that wanted to help him or something. Still, maybe she didn't sign up for this. Surely someone wouldn't want to be harassed by ghosts all the time and having to seek out and talk to strangers. She probably just wanted the ghosts to go away but couldn't seem to do that until she did what the ghosts wanted. That seemed like a sad way to live. When the next set of drinks came, he pushed the shot glass to her and threw his own back. She probably needed more drinks, now that he thought about it. He waved at the bartender for more. Luckily, he had good tolerance. Did she? She looked almost suspicious of him before she took her first shot, but she still drained her glass. Good girl. His smirk only grew. Then the questioning started. She started by asking him about past relationships.

He was always a secretive person. He didn't do relationships, not after Keith. He was his one, and Christian killed him. It was an accident, but even so. Keith's death was his fault. Now, he didn't let himself get attached to anyone. Only flings, nothing more. His barriers were up. When he told her that he liked having options, she asked if he was bi or pan. He smirked. "Don't insult me. Men and women both have their appeals but if they don't even know what they are, what good are they to me?" She seemed to think the opposite, betting on him being pansexual. He chuckled and held up his next shot glass. "That's a bet you would lose, then. There's a difference between kinky and downright confusing. I like a 'what you see is what you get' lifestyle. No surprises except what I bring into the mix." His brow rose. Oh yes, he did love his toys. But he was all man and proud of it. None of his conquests seemed to mind either. When he said that the person talking to her was dead, she agreed, saying the ghost died by hanging.

He tilted his head. "Interesting. Let's hope that wasn't some kink her former lover was into. What a way to go." He couldn't help but find humor in the situation. Maybe teasing the ghost would make her go away. She seemed to like the idea of him carving out a piece of his heart. She giggled, and his lips twitched. She teased back about giving the ghost ideas. Then she pointed into space and said the ghost wasn't getting that even if she thought of it. Christian leaned back. "Way to tell that ghost. That should show her." Then the witch told him the ghost was upset about him getting hurt. That was enough to make him laugh. "Honey, I've gotten hurt a lot worse. Drowning and catching fire is the least of my concerns. Damn coven can keep me dead next time for all I care." He shrugged, as if life really meant so little. She asked if he was in a cult. Apparently the ghost hated that coven as much as he did. "Might as well call it that, I suppose. It was a way to lose myself, to go on autopilot and not have to think anymore.

"Guess killing the love of your life makes you do sorts of crazy things. Not that it's any of her business, for that matter. I'm not dead yet." He shrugged lightly and threw back the third shot glass, already waving over more.


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