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.
Irritated that the bartended seemed disinterested in refilling his mug of ale, Boone was just about to shout his displeasure when the woman beside him climbed over the bar top just enough to grab the bottle of whiskey. He watched her fill her glass to the brim before she handed him the bottle. He took it. He wasn't about to say no to helping himself to another drink if the bartender simply refused to do his damn job.
Boone looks to the bottle, contemplating whether he will pour the rest of the bottle into his mug or simply drink it. There's hardly anything left, certainly not enough for a proper drink. So instead, he brings the bottle to his lips and chugs the last of the whiskey. He coughs lightly as the alcohol burns on the way down. It felt heavenly.
However, her statement that the police had been called had him groaning (and not in the pleasurable way). "These pussies never let men work shit out like men." Boone could guarantee that the guy passed out on the floor would not be bothering him anymore. And likewise, he would not be bothering anyone else so long as his drink kept being refilled. But clearly, even that was asking far too much.
People in this town were far too sensitive. They wanted everyone to be proper and perfect and Boone was anything but. He was just an ass who wanted his mug refilled and to be left alone. Occasionally a person to fuck on occasion was a nice addition. He didn't ask for much, at least he didn't think he did.
As the other eased the leather jacket over her shoulders, he watched closely. He did not miss the way her hands flipped her hair from the collar or the way the jacket hid away the best part of her: her breasts. He would have much rather her jacket be removed than put on.
Catching her words as she turned to the door, he sighed. "For fuck's sake." While he didn't necessarily mind two guys in police outfits, they would definitely not be willing to fuck him until morning. Alas, he would have to leave those two officers to their own hands tonight, he supposed.
Sliding off the stool, he headed towards the door after her. "Handcuffs are never a bad thing in the right circumstances...and I do enjoy being man-handled." He rather liked handcuffs. Not those pink fuzzy shit of handcuffs, but the king that dug into your skin. It was erotic to wear them and to fuck someone who wore them. "This, unfortunately, is not the right circumstance." Whether or not she wanted to be followed, he followed her out of the establishment.
He did not let her get far before he slipped in front of her. Hands gripped her hips as he pushed her against the brick wall. Lips assaulted her own, unable to control himself. He kept his weight pressed into hers, leaving her no room to send him a swift kick to the nuts. He was not an idiot. He knew that not all women like to be aggressively kissed. But that wasn't his problem. He would, however, protect his balls at all costs.
The kiss lasted only a second before he pulled back and turned away from her. She would be a pretty thing to fuck, he was sure of it. And yet, there was something far more thrilling about the chase. "I'm going to find something else to fucking drink...or fuck...or both."