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- Sep 5, 2017
The Half Moon Bar was something of an enigma to the residents of Bay City. It did no advertising, and location was only done through word of mouth. But to anyone who had ever had the privilege of going to the bar in the sleepy southern beach town only had rave reviews. However, the strangest thing about this particular bar, was that it was open to one and all. No matter your species, sex or clan affiliation a person could find an open seat and a friendly face to serve them their booze. The Half Moon Bar was considered by all of the supernatural clans in the city, as common ground. The only other place considered to be off limits in the same manner were the churches and the graveyards.
It was off season for the beach town, just the beginning of October. So there were no tourists flooding the beach and the streets, generally causing issues. Of course, the Vampire population always appreciated the tourists. It was easier to feed from humans after a day of drunken beach shenanigans, and no one noticed if a random visitor or two disappeared during a season. It was never reported in the local newspaper, which was owned by witches, and the police force had been bought out by the vampires long ago.
Many scholars in the know regarding the supernatural population had one question: why did every sect of the supernatural call Bay City their home instead of spreading out? The answer, was a bit complicated. It was one of the founding cities in the state, and had seen its fair share of tragedy. From slavery times, wars, deadly diseases and fearsome fires the city had seen it all. And with so much negative energy, it simply attracted both the dead, undead and the otherwise. Supernatural creatures fleeing persecution in Europe fled to the coast town in search of a place they could be accepted. And today, it was a tenuous peace that existed between the warring factions.
The lights of the Half Moon bar shone dimly in the foggy darkness. It was a rather slow night for the bar, in thanks partially to the looming rain. The owner of this fine establishment also doubled as the bartender. She was pouring a shot for one of her regulars, an old wizard who was grading papers at the bar. The bar was decorated in a manner that seemed befitting for a beach-style biker bar, with various flotsam and car parts on the walls. There were a few booths as well, and smoking was allowed in the bar.
Sabrina Marquise was the sole owner and operator of the Half Moon bar. She was the daughter of Maxwell Marquise, the leader of the Werewolf pack. She was the eldest of 17 children, as it was common for the alpha of the pack to have rights to the body of any female in his pack. She was the only child of his wife, which made her separation from the pack just that much more painful. She fell in love with a vampire, which didn’t sit well with her father. The vampire in question rather unceremoniously left her, but managed to set her up with a bar in order for her to be able to provide for herself.
The buxom 28 year old had long, wavy and thick silver hair. Her tail was thick and full, in the same color as her hair. Her wolf ears were up and alert, but she could smooth them down in order to blend in with humans if necessary. Unfortunately, her tail was another story. She had one gold hoop in her right ear, giving her a devil may care look. Her full lips and manicured nails were the same blood red shade as her eyes.
Sabrina wore a black mini skirt that barely brushed the top of her thighs, with a garter belt and thigh high seamed stockings in the same shade. Even though she was on her feet all day, she wore garnet high heels, which made her even taller than what she already was. A quarter length sleeved jacket in black leather went to the hem of her midriff red top, decorated with a fur collar. The red corset style top had a sweetheart cut, pushing her breasts up high and making them quite the attention catchers. To finish off her look she had elbow length finger less gloves, cutting quite the intimidating figure.
“Add this to the tab or cash out?” Sabrina had a beautifully husky voice naturally, speaking to the wizard who she felt had drank enough for one evening. But, she was still a business woman who had to make ends meet. Thanks to it being a slow night, he was the only person in the bar.
“Keep it comin’.” The old man gruffly informed her. The werewolf sighed at his eagerness to get blackout drunk in her bar. She picked up the bottle she had been pouring from, and put it on the mahogany counter top for the wizard to pour his own drinks out. This wasn’t exactly uncommon behavior between the two of them.
The door of the bar swung open, the small bell above the door ringing to alert the assembled drunkards. Sabrina had gone to collect some empty glasses, putting them down in the dish pit under the counter. At the sound of the new customer, she flicked her sanguine eyes up, an almost sarcastic smile on her face. “Welcome to the Half Moon Bar, what will you be having?”
It was off season for the beach town, just the beginning of October. So there were no tourists flooding the beach and the streets, generally causing issues. Of course, the Vampire population always appreciated the tourists. It was easier to feed from humans after a day of drunken beach shenanigans, and no one noticed if a random visitor or two disappeared during a season. It was never reported in the local newspaper, which was owned by witches, and the police force had been bought out by the vampires long ago.
Many scholars in the know regarding the supernatural population had one question: why did every sect of the supernatural call Bay City their home instead of spreading out? The answer, was a bit complicated. It was one of the founding cities in the state, and had seen its fair share of tragedy. From slavery times, wars, deadly diseases and fearsome fires the city had seen it all. And with so much negative energy, it simply attracted both the dead, undead and the otherwise. Supernatural creatures fleeing persecution in Europe fled to the coast town in search of a place they could be accepted. And today, it was a tenuous peace that existed between the warring factions.
The lights of the Half Moon bar shone dimly in the foggy darkness. It was a rather slow night for the bar, in thanks partially to the looming rain. The owner of this fine establishment also doubled as the bartender. She was pouring a shot for one of her regulars, an old wizard who was grading papers at the bar. The bar was decorated in a manner that seemed befitting for a beach-style biker bar, with various flotsam and car parts on the walls. There were a few booths as well, and smoking was allowed in the bar.
Sabrina Marquise was the sole owner and operator of the Half Moon bar. She was the daughter of Maxwell Marquise, the leader of the Werewolf pack. She was the eldest of 17 children, as it was common for the alpha of the pack to have rights to the body of any female in his pack. She was the only child of his wife, which made her separation from the pack just that much more painful. She fell in love with a vampire, which didn’t sit well with her father. The vampire in question rather unceremoniously left her, but managed to set her up with a bar in order for her to be able to provide for herself.
The buxom 28 year old had long, wavy and thick silver hair. Her tail was thick and full, in the same color as her hair. Her wolf ears were up and alert, but she could smooth them down in order to blend in with humans if necessary. Unfortunately, her tail was another story. She had one gold hoop in her right ear, giving her a devil may care look. Her full lips and manicured nails were the same blood red shade as her eyes.
Sabrina wore a black mini skirt that barely brushed the top of her thighs, with a garter belt and thigh high seamed stockings in the same shade. Even though she was on her feet all day, she wore garnet high heels, which made her even taller than what she already was. A quarter length sleeved jacket in black leather went to the hem of her midriff red top, decorated with a fur collar. The red corset style top had a sweetheart cut, pushing her breasts up high and making them quite the attention catchers. To finish off her look she had elbow length finger less gloves, cutting quite the intimidating figure.
“Add this to the tab or cash out?” Sabrina had a beautifully husky voice naturally, speaking to the wizard who she felt had drank enough for one evening. But, she was still a business woman who had to make ends meet. Thanks to it being a slow night, he was the only person in the bar.
“Keep it comin’.” The old man gruffly informed her. The werewolf sighed at his eagerness to get blackout drunk in her bar. She picked up the bottle she had been pouring from, and put it on the mahogany counter top for the wizard to pour his own drinks out. This wasn’t exactly uncommon behavior between the two of them.
The door of the bar swung open, the small bell above the door ringing to alert the assembled drunkards. Sabrina had gone to collect some empty glasses, putting them down in the dish pit under the counter. At the sound of the new customer, she flicked her sanguine eyes up, an almost sarcastic smile on her face. “Welcome to the Half Moon Bar, what will you be having?”
