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.
The VooDoo Room
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.
She watched Henry put some crackers and stuff on his plate, wrinkling up her nose. It looked like crumbs to her. Where was the real food? It even smelled bland, but she did snatch up a piece of cheese alone to toss in her mouth. Oh yeah, cheese was good. Especially on fries. She tried to watch the others around her so she knew how often to take a sip of wine or find something to put in her mouth. It was like a timed thing and she didn't want to seem different, even though she felt all kinds of different. She tilted her head as Henry spoke, saying he hated what his panther did, not the panther itself. She lifted a brow. That, she could understand. But unlike Henry, she was always in control of what she did in her shifted form. She took another bite of cheese as he told Frost again that it was what his panther did that he didn't like. She remembered the story he told her about Sterling and what had happened. She felt bad that he couldn't forgive himself. She knew it was affecting their relationship. She hoped that they could work through it. She wanted Henry to be happy.
She lifted a brow when he said he'd come a long way. Maybe that meant they were making progress with his panther. Her lips tugged into a smile, eyes twinkling. She was truly happy for him. Then the subject changed to Frost and she glanced between the two boys as Henry said he heard more warnings than rumors. Her gaze swept to Frost, wondering how he'd react. But when she asked about the Burlesque, Henry leaned over, telling her it was a place where men want something to look at. She curled her shoulder up and lowered her lashes, putting on her best purr. "Who says they can't look?" She laughed lightly to let him know she was joking around, then her eyes lit up at the mention of a night club. "Oh, tell me! I go to the one on the east side but I don't know the name. You know others?" His smile was tender and she felt her chest tighten. She really did care about Henry. He was a great guy. She hoped that he got his happily ever after with Sterling.
She turned her attention to Nadya as she helped her out with the menu. Nadya said she was getting the beef...something or other and that it was good. Malia grinned and nodded. "Sounds good to me. Beef, it is." She wasn't even gonna try saying the second word. She was sure she'd butcher it and look even more like an idiot. She couldn't help but smirk and lean back in her chair, raising a brow and watching as Nadya corrected Henry about the Burlesuqe. She seemed quite proud of it. Malia was even more curious. When Nadya told her she could show her some routines, her eyes went wide in excitement and she practically squealed and bounced in her chair. "Really?! Awesome!" She listened as Nadya compared it to the night clubs and she tilted her head, wondering how she would feel about being on a stage under the lights. She didn't mind being the center of attention but she never asked for it. She tilted her head when Nadya started talking about attacking alphas. Wait, what?
She leaned forward, curiosity on her features. It made sense. She'd seen Raven in her feral form and she didn't seem to care who she went after. Luckily, there were so many monkeys on that Ark, it was hard for her not to go after them but when they ran, she turned her attention on Frost and Malia. Malia swore she would have attacked them if the Ark's staff didn't step in and control her. The waitor guy came back and Nadya handed over the menus, giving her and Malia's order. Malia smiled at her in thanks. But as surely as she thought the frustrations of being illiterate were over, Frost reached out to pluck up the menu and hold it back up toward her. She groaned softly, knowing he was only trying to help so she held back from rolling her eyes and sighed, reluctantly leaning forward to see what he was pointing out. As the menu hanged from words to pictures, she gasped and looked around, leaning over to whisper to Henry. "Is anyone else seeing this? So cool!"
Then she leaned back forward, looking over the menu. Frost seeming satisfied with his job so he turned back to his conversation with Henry but not before she flashed him a dazzling thank you smile. Frost's comment brought her back to the conversation too, her eyes narrowing a little on her alpha as she huffed. "He didn't know what he was doing. His panther can be feral, like Raven." She hoped that would clear it up for Frost. She didn't know how he knew what Henry had done that he didn't like but she didn't want him to judge Henry for it. After all, he was her best friend and she would always defend him. Frost seemed quiet up until Nadya spoke about Raven attacking him. Only then did he offer his side of the story to Henry if he wanted it. She cut her gaze to Henry, wondering how he would react. Next thing she knew, Frost launched into his story. She didn't know the Alexis chick he was talking about but she leaned forward anyway.
Her eyes widened as he told the story. Raven attacked. He attacked back. She couldn't find fault with that. Something about Tetradore painting his house in blood. She wondered what that was about. Was it real blood? Maybe he meant it as a joke. She wasn't sure. He even vaguely mentioned killing Tetradore. She wasn't sure exactly what happened with that but since Tetradore was still around, she figured it apparently didn't mean much. She heard Frost then lower his voice to Nadya, telling her he would tell her what he and Tetradore spoke about later when they were alone. The waitor came then and Frost gave over his menu and order before asking what Henry did for work. She quirked a brow. He sure knew how to switch gears.