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.
I don't think I'll make it out alive
Well, of course they went to an establishment closer to Spencer's tastes. As he's commented before to Askaree, she had terrible tastes for bars. He never understood the appeal of the grunge and grime of the establishments she selected, even if they were often considerably cheaper. Some things just weren't worth the price and those shitholes certainly weren't. No, he would stick to his "pretentious" bars (or were they lounges?) even if they cost more. Then again, it wasn't like he was exactly hurting for money. Though that could change by the time they left judging by the glint in Askaree's eye. He ignored her sidelong glance, barely managing to stop the eyeroll, before following her to the bar. Slipping his coat from his shoulders, he dropped it over the back of his chosen barstool, his motions coming to an abrupt stop at her comment. His eyebrows were probably glued to his hairline at this point such was his surprise. A moment later he was scoffing and sliding onto the stool next to her, not bothering to stop the eyeroll this time.
"I wasn't aware you had asked me on one." He returned, unable to resist raising to her bait per usual. One day he may learn but it obviously was not today. God knew where his sense of preservation had fled but apparently it had vanished. What goddamn curse had been cast on him without his knowledge to make him act this way?
"I'll have the same whisky- double, neat. No double back." Spencer added as the bartender glanced toward him, obviously more interested in the person to his right. He tossed the drink menu he had skimmed out of lazy curiosity, a habit of his on each new establishment though he never ordered anything from them. They always contained a bunch of fruity cocktails that meant absolutely nothing beyond a stupid price attached since he was unable to enjoy the taste of them. Then again, it seemed like his companion was going to go with selections that made the already pricey even more. Honestly, he might have been better off just taking her to the liquor store and buying her a bottle or three. He had a feeling this was going to cost him, so it was good to see that she wasn't going to waste any time with that.
"I had a feeling." He sighed inwardly before drumming his fingertips on the counter, jaw working itself as he seemed to mull over whether or not to add more. Honestly, he was debating whether asking a question that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for a bit now but elected instead to swallow it and say nothing. They had their boundaries, their established lines and games. Why risk upsetting that precarious balance even more? No, he would stick with their 'safe' grounds such as the favored back-and-forth insults about their tastes.
"At least we'll get to enjoy something that doesn't taste like rat piss for once." Not that he would know if her usual dives had drinks like rat piss but he could trade barbs about her usual preferences just like she could about his. He was tempted to make a comment about the bartender was there to at least make her feel at home or something like that but a) he couldn't think of anything clever, b) he didn't want the man to spit in his drinks.