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.
The cat's behavior just continued to fuel Tipson's belief she was someone's pet. She was so trusting of a stranger she'd just met to let him pick her up. The purring body pressed up against him felt nice. He'd seen enough people carrying around animals, playing with their furry friends, and plenty of time sharing stupid pet pictures but pets were things that weren't meant for him. Tipson couldn't put into words why he wasn't meant to have a pet but the idea didn't sound right. Maybe it was the responsibility that was required suddenly. Maybe it was dealing with bad behaviors. Maybe Tipson just didn't want a weakness to tug at any emotional strings that might be connected to his heart.
With the ordering done Tipson walked back outside, carrying the little princess over to a bench where he took a seat. The benches in this area of town were well maintained, comfortable with no trash and only a few minor stains on them. Perfection is hard, even in areas that pretend to be perfect. How often did people have to clean this bench to make it appear so nice?
"Well princess," Tipson spoke to the cat in his lap, his hand slowly sliding down her back now, "now we wait." Tipson did think to stop petting her but the young man wanted to keep his hands close to her in case she thought to leave and since she liked being pet it seemed the best way to ensure she waits. The rhythmic motion gave his hand something to do as well.
"You know," Tipson spoke to the feline, he had nothing better to do. "Yesterday I bought a lukewarm pizza from the convenience store near my house as a meal. Now today, it's this fancy place." Tipson's hand paused momentarily as he spoke, "they load it up on cheese, and it's really greasy. Dirt cheap also." How many people failed at getting to see all versions of the world? There was a lot to see in life and minor details such as status wouldn't be enough to stop Tipson from getting a try at any new thing that stole his attention.
It wasn't like Tipson generally told people about his day-to-day life, especially not when it contradicted so much but, he was waiting for food and she was a cat. It wasn't the same as telling someone who understood what he was saying. Tipson remained silent a moment after, watching a couple pass by on their own way to lunch. It was fine for the cat to hear things but no one else in the open was privy to his secrets.
"I wonder what you eat at home," Tipson said it but his mind had already slipped away to imagining his older home, where there had been others to serve him also, family. "I've been to a lot of fancy places you know, and a lot of hole-in-the-wall joints. None of them could beat my mom's lasagna though. She had me help her fix it once until dad found out. He said it wasn't a skill a young man needed." Tipson's smile turned more wistful with the thoughts, he hadn't spoken of his parents in longer than he could recall. "Instead he had me helping him go over some financial books. He'd make me do the math for the budget then he would go over everything and tell me where I messed up. It was so boring." Boring, yet the memory was a bittersweet one.
Tipson got stuck in silence again, lost in the memory for a minute before seeming to come to himself, "anyway, the food was great. Nothing like home cooking." The world seemed to be a bit emptier suddenly. What the hell was he talking about? There was no reason to think of a life long gone. Parents were dead and not coming back. The home belonged to others now. No one from his childhood days likely even remembered Tipson.
The child Tipson had once been was weak and naïve anyway. It was understandable of course, he had been a child. The funny thing was how many people stayed naïve. If you care too much about life or how to plan a future the world beats you down so the best thing to do is live for the day and let tomorrow be whatever seems most entertaining at the time. "I live alone now though so no one will mind me bringing a lovely lady like you home with me." It was time to put away the past, the talk from here on would be about the present. If he kept talking, honestly, the only reason he'd said this much was to kill time.