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

only if you want to turn your luck upside down; i'm not very lucky


Posted on November 03, 2018 by Christian Walker
South

He hated the dark corners this conversation had taken since the drinks started pouring but it's not like he had nothing to do with it. He did usually take these long dark roads all by himself when he got hammered, but it was odd to be adding a second voice to his own. She seemed to be good at this whole talking someone down from the ledge sort of thing. He wondered if she had a history with drunk boyfriends or something. She was a pretty little thing, but he wouldn't allow his thoughts to go into the gutter, at least not fully. She was a witch and he hated mixing business with pleasure. And it was always business when it came to other witches and warlocks. At least that's what he liked to tell himself. When he told her to take him in for murder, she told him that would do no good. He lifted a brow at her, about to ask how so but then she said that her slate wasn't clean. That made him laugh as his eyes twinkled. "So, you are trouble then. I should have known. I usually attract the dark twisty type." He winked playfully.

He didn't know what he expected when Serafina closed her eyes to make the ghost possess him but that wasn't what happened. Instead, ghosts popped up like Pez candy all around the bar and people started screaming and scattering like ants. It was all amusing to Christian, but he couldn't stop staring at the woman beside their table. He knew her alright. Those same hazel eyes that used to penetrate right through him as a kid when she'd ask where he got the black eyes. She was staring at him with those same penetrating gazes, though the red marks around her neck were certainly new. He remembered what Serafina had said about her being hung or something but he hated himself for making fun of her now and even amusing the idea of it being from sex. Those haunting eyes didn't know the pleasure of an orgasm, only the pain of death. It certainly wasn't a lover's embrace that took her from this world. Just another scratch on the card of self loathing he carried around in his pocket. He swallowed and forced himself to look away from her, seeing all the other ghosts and focusing on them instead.

He chose to make a joke about the whole thing and Serafina gifted him with a disgruntled mutter that made him chuckle. She was a feisty little thing. He liked it. He hadn't expected her to want to run from everything, grabbing his wrist and all but dragging him out of the bar as he continued to grab for a drink. What was the hold up? Less people in the bar meant better service, right? Well, except for the bartenders that he was pretty sure he saw run out through the back. Oh well, they could just serve themselves, even better! Actually no, he didn't want to serve himself. He just wanted to sit there and hate himself and drink. That's what he was used to. Maybe he should head back to the hotel and order room service with drinks. He had his own mini bar, so he didn't even need room service. Ha! He had this whole conversation with himself in his thoughts as they both stumbled out the door and onto the sidewalk. He found himself stumbling back against the wall only to feel a smaller weight up against him. Now, that drew other things to life that weren't currently in action earlier. Uh oh. She was giggling, which only made her move against him. Bad idea.

He groaned before he could stop himself, closing his eyes and willing himself to behave. He was drunk, hammered actually, and she was a witch. A very pretty spunky little witch. Not his usual type. Did he even have a type anymore? She looked up at him then, saying they could bar hop and he smirked. "That's what I like to hear." She said they didn't pay for the drink and he snorted. "Well they still have my card so there's that." Oh well, not like he didn't have the funds to cover it and then some. Maybe he should let them keep the card and do whatever the hell they wanted with it. Not like he deserved the money. It was just blood money, anway. He didn't want it. She started to stumble away, saying they could find another and he chuckled before following after, making sure to adjust his pants when she wasn't looking so he wouldn't draw attention. Can't have things getting out of hand. No, he would just drink himself to oblivion...and apparently with company. "Hey wait." He called out half heartedly, waiting till he got to her side to continue. "So what else can you do? You talked about an army. I'm guessing that might not have been what you were talking about. So are we talking walking skeletons with rusty swords?"


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