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.
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
Jack doesn't notice her immediately, though she sits only two barstools down from him - his blue eyes scanning the shelf of liquor. A faint smile tugs at his lips as the drink is placed in front of him, his large hand absolutely dwarfing the small martini glass. There's a brief moment of him wondering if he would break the glass just by picking it up and yet, it doesn't shatter as he brings it to his lips. Humming thoughtfully, his gaze glances up as it travels across the sparsity of the patrons. Blue eyes meet the gaze of the woman down the bar from him, the man holding her gaze for a moment longer before they travel to the cards she holds in her hands. Ah, tarot cards and a... witch it seems. Jack hardly ever encountering many witches back in New York, their kind didn't seem to care for the Big Apple. He's practically ready to ask for a reading, the words on the tip of his tongue when muttered words float softly into his ears.
Tilting his head, he wasn't entirely sure if she was talking about him and yet, it was the only reasonable answer as her mutterings did not begin until they made eye contact. Glee seems to jump around in the pit of his stomach, already he was enjoying himself quite nicely and he had been in the city for only a matter of days! He watches her, his fingers toying with the stem of his glass absentmindedly as his all American boy face dulls the intensity in his stare, the man quite thankful for his charming face. It was all the more satisfying when the realization dawned on his prey when they figured out what type of man he truly was. Although, this witch was not prey, not yet - the vampire merely curious for the moment.
He notes how she's aware of him, at the very least, the man shifting in his seat only to meet her gaze once more. This time he offers her a charming smile, his blue eyes traveling to her bag where she neatly stored away her tarot deck. When she looks away again, he realizes she was ready to leave, though Jack was not quite ready for that, he was certain he would enjoy her company at least for a few more moments. Standing up, he reaches inside his suit pocket and pulls out a card, snagging the bartender's attention before he reaches the woman, "Keep it open," his tenors drawl, "and put her drinks on it too," he says quietly, though his vocals are loud enough to be heard by the woman down the bar. Picking up his drink, he walks the few short steps down the bar and slides into a seat next to the woman, his blue gaze settling on her intently.
"Hello," he murmurs, a boyish simper tugging at his features just as he sets his martini glass down, "Do you do tarot readings?" He asks, his gaze darting back to her bag before returning his eyes to her's. "I'm happy to pay or offer you a few more drinks," he states charmingly, his curiosity building within him and a constant question of, what does she have to offer? Jack had not met many talented witches, at least ones skilled in brewing potions and creating magical trinkets - most were skilled with their elemental abilities which were hardly helpful to the vampire. Yet, it had been years since he had seen a witch toying with a tarot deck - perhaps she was just what he was looking for. The thought sends that boyish smile running across his lips as he sets down his glass and extends his hand, "Jack Hayes," he introduces himself.