West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Darcy Blackjack

there ain't no gold in this river


Posted on March 31, 2022 by ashton doss
West



He had promised Malia that he would try to be more fun. He needed to get out and do more, to see the city and let lose. Not only that, but he needed to scope out the perfect places for future dates for the two of them. He enjoyed teaching her how to surf and he enjoyed the hours they spent in the arcade, but there would need to be other options. They could only do so much dinner and games at the arcade before it got old.

Ashton had sat down at his desk that afternoon and did a quick google search. He knew she liked parting, so he thought he would scope out a few local bars and clubs to see what she might enjoy. He was not a dancer or a huge drinker, but he liked Malia. He would pretty much do anything she wanted him to do as long as it meant spending more time with her.

The top search result (albeit an advertisement at the top of the page) was for a bar called Synyster. Seemed like a fun place. It might be a little dark from the name, but surely it just meant he should wear black. He really wanted a honky tonk bar, but he supposed this would do for tonight. Tomorrow he'd try to find a country bar.

So after he'd eaten a very healthy dinner of a chicken salad sandwich, he dressed in his nice Church slacks and a solid red button-down shirt. Ashton looked like he was going to church, not going out to drink. But he supposed the great thing was that Ashton rarely cared what other people thought of him.

The walk wasn't terribly far as the bar came up as one of the places "near him" on the Google search. It looked a little shady, tucked away in the warehouse district. He had thought it would be on the main drag, with a nice sign out front. But instead, the directions were leading him to a relatively unmarked door. He looked down at his phone, making sure the address was right. It looked sketchy. One look told him that he was practically at the front door.

Suddenly, the door opened and a bouncer looked him over with a curious look before a smile spread across his lips. He looked far too eager to let him in and Ashton looked at him questionably for a moment. Putting his phone back in his back pocket, he stepped in and looked back to watch the door close swiftly behind him.

When he looked back, it was as if all the eyes were on him. People were looking at him rather strangely. It was a little unnerving to see so many eyes on him. And...it smelled like cats. Was that cat pee? Did they have a feral cat problem?

Deciding to make the best of the situation, he decided to at least stay for a drink. After all, that's what he came here for, right? He took a seat at the bar, watching as the bar tender looked at him quite oddly as he wiped a glass dry with a rag draped over his shoulder. "I'll have a Bud, please. Thanks" His southern accent thick. He wasn't for certain, but it felt like there were even more eyes on him. Was this a bad idea?





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