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Beast 2017 really was a movie. It was really for the tcc girlies. You KNOW Moll had a coquette tumblr

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Warnings contain spoilers: blood, domestic assault, cheating, swearing, name-calling, gaslighting, threats, and mentions of killing partner, kissing, mentions of female masturbation, ownership (you’re mine), general violence.

Sexual content in pink if you want to avoid that

Readers POV:

“Tony-”

Lights out.

That’s all I remember. The first blow of his fist to my cheek was enough to knock me out cold.

Your eyes flutter open, a burning ache claiming you immediately as you match your stare in the rearview mirror. Pain radiates from your nose. Your lip a mess with two rivers of thick blood lined to your chin. The car is empty, Tony nowhere to be found, leaving you alone in his dark garage.

Reaching over, you grab the door handle, crying out in pain, pulling your hand to your ribs. You slam your eyes shut, fear setting in as you get a taste of just how evil Tony can be. Lucky for you, he had the decency to knock you out before delivering the rest of his beating, sparing you the initial pain. I could leave. I could leave tonight, steal his car, and drive away.

But then, how will I meet him?

You shut your eyes, replaying the moment you locked eyes with him. Blue… Beautifully blue - thatcerulean stare captured yours, and for a few moments, you felt free. What was he booked for? Why was he sent to jail in the first place?

Your heart races, teeth gritted as you step out of the car, trying to push through the pain. You walk down a long line of vintage and luxury cars; the Maybach was nothing… This asshole has cars to spare.

An open spot… Vlad. Is Tony gone? You look out a small window on the garage door, the sunrise, a wash of pink and oranges, bleeds through the sky. I was in jail for 8 hours before he got me… He always takes an early flight. Hopefully, he left already. You step carefully, trying your best not to make a sound. Tony fights dirty; there’s no way you could let your guard down until you know for sure. He could be waiting for me inside.

Your heels click against the marble floor, head on a swivel as you watch for him. It’s eerie… The kitchen was a mess when you left, dirtied from your anniversary dinner, now spotless. The empty wine bottle on the counter is exchanged for a large vase of lilies and red roses.

There’s no way these are for me.

Tears roll down your cheeks, burning as they catch the gash in your cheek, making you hiss in pain, the movement reopening the wounds on your lip, pooling fresh blood in your mouth. Your scream fills the house, a piercing cry resonating through the wings. It’s not enough. You grab the vase, sobbing as you hurl it to the floor, watching the glass shatter into a million pieces.

Water and roses spread along the marble floor as you walk away, crushing the glass under your Louis Vuitton heels. You step toward the bedroom, kicking off your shoes, tearing down the zipper, letting the satin material fall to the floor. Maybe it was cheating, perhaps it was the beating, or was it the gaslighting bullshit? Whatever the hell it was, you were seconds away from saying fuck it entirely.

Water falls from the shower head, sending steam swirling all around. The gasps and hiccups of your tears get swallowed up in the noise of the shower as you draw back the glass, stepping inside. You let out a pathetic whimper as the water pelts your skin, every nerve on fire, hot water running through your wounds. It flows down your body, circling the drain in a watercolor mess of crimson, turning pink, then clear as the blood starts to wash away. The pain dissipates, numbness taking its place.

Maybe I want to be alone. Why am I even thinking about anyone else? What if he doesn’t want me? What if he has someone else? What if he’s treating them just like Tony treats me? You grab the handle, turning off the water. Chills spread across your body as you climb out of the tub, stepping onto the cool floor before returning to the bedroom.

Your stomach sinks as you hear your phone trill. Tony… I don’t even want to listen to his voice. I don’t want to hear what he has to say. I know what I saw. I can feel what he did to me. I need more time to think about my next steps. I don’t need him getting in my way or my head. You walk over to the bed, pulling your phone out of your purse. Kildare County Prison. What now? What could they possibly want? Clicking the button, you accept the call, lifting it to your ear.

“Hello?”

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“I’m here for visitation hours,” you announce softly.

The officer nods, standing up from his desk, walking around to the massive metal door. The alarm buzzes, hardware clanking as he opens the entry, letting you back into jail. You wander into the room, empty and clinical, with five seats and five small windows vacant on the other side. You take a chair, feeling your anxiety rise. Even though you were a mess of makeup and tears last night, your beautiful dress hanging torn on your frame, at least you weren’t beaten.

You tighten the scarf around your head, adjusting your eyeglasses to cover your bruises. Not even a pound of makeup could mask this mess. Tony did a number on you; no amount of foundation could hide that. You hear a muffled buzz from the other side of the glass. The door opens; prisoners walk out, tired and weary. Your heart skips, warming instantly as you meet the same baby blues from the night before, a breath of fresh air hitting you as you see his smile.

He’s changed since his disheveled shirt, exchanged for a uniform provided by the state. The man somehow makes it look good, his white t-shirt pulled taut across his broad chest. His hair is brushed back, not sweaty and tousled like before, giving you the perfect view of his gorgeous face. “Hi,” he mouths before sitting down, grabbing the phone off the hook. You follow suit, doing the same. The soft breathing you heard over the receiver the evening prior comes through a little louder, matching the movements of his chest.

You can feel your heart beating faster, just as excited as you were when he made his request. ‘Come to the prison tomorrow at 11 for visitor hours. I want to meet you’. You smile brightly, dampening your joy moments later as you remember just where you are. This is not a coffee shop. This is not some cute first date at the Island Club. This is prison… Then you’re hit with another blow. What if Tony found out? What if he has eyes inside? You reach for a breath, feeling panic set in, so excited at the thought of meeting him in person that you didn’t even think about the very real risk. Heat burns behind your eyes, tears glossing your vision. A lump forms in your throat, even the simple act of breathing, harder than before.

“Are you okay, princess,” he asks gently. You match his gaze, making the mistake of looking at him over the rim of your sunglasses as tears pool in your eyes.

“I’m okay,” you answer shakily.

“Are you - Fuck… Are you sure?” He asks as he goes to stand, quickly remembering the glass that separates the two of you when he tries to get a better look.

“Positive.”

“I don’t know-”

“Positive,” you stop him. He drops his head and nods, not wanting to upset you, doing his best to push past it. His brows pinch together, not believing the lies you’re selling him. “Y/n. Yeah? I hope it’s okay that I asked you here…”

“Mhmm…” You smile narrowly. “I was hoping I’d get to meet you.”

“Is that so?” He asks in a low tone, sending butterflies swirling in your stomach.

“Yeah…” You give him a small nod, stifling your grin again. “How did you know my number?”

He takes a deep breath, relaxing in his chair, crossing one arm over his chest, tilting his head slightly to let his cheek press into the phone. “Well, I paid $500 for a name and $2,000 for your number, another 10k so you and I could talk freely. Well, as long as it’s legal, of course.”

“Seriously?” You ask. “That’s too much…”

“Nah. It’s not. Drop the bucket… I can tell you are worth far, far more than that, doll. Priceless.” You giggle and smile, your happiness making the corners of his lips pull even wider. The most perfect smile I’ve ever seen. “That laugh, princess,” he hums, his voice like honey, as he lives in each word. “I could listen to that all day if you’d let me.”

Princess… The same pet name used by Tony in his letter, so demeaning after what he did to me, was reclaimed by this man instantly. Again, I’m lost in the moment with him, nestled in the sanctuary of my mind. What I wouldn’t do to sit next to him; smell his cologne, feel his knee brush softly against mine as he smiles down at me. I could feel the warmth of the words leaving his lips, not just hear them through the phone.

“You’re lovely,” you coo bashfully, feeling heat creep across your bruised cheeks.

Rafe clears his throat, changing slightly in his seat, the smoothness of his approach shifting as you adjust your glasses. He looks at you, trying his best to control his anger and questioning for your benefit, but he just can’t. “Did uh… Did you have those last night?” He asks weakly, well aware of the answer. His eyes narrow in concern, his softness quickly stripped. Your jaw tightens, lashes fluttering to hold back the tears that hadn’t disappeared. You shake your head ‘no’. The words that left your mouth struck him like a knife to the heart; a few shallow breaths in his broad chest was all he could muster.

“I’ll be fine.”

“You’ll be fine?” He asks as his voice cracks with anger and emotion. “You shouldn’t have to worry about that - ‘You’ll be fine’,” he huffs. “You need to know, I know what you’re dealin’ with, and you’re far from it.” Your nostrils flare, muscles tense as you try to keep your tears from spilling over. “When I get out of here. I’m gonna take care of that for you. And, if I’m lucky, I’d like to take care of you too,” he pledges. You can tell he means every word.

“You - You don’t even know me. I don’t even know your name-”

“Rafe,” he cuts you short, the corners of his lips quivering in a slight smile he’s putting on just to ease your worry. The sheer thought of what happened to you the night prior evidently shocking him to his core. “Cameron,” he rasps out his last name, clearing his throat as he tries to gain his composure.

“It’s nice to meet you, Rafe Cameron.” His name leaves your lips, making you smile again.

“I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, but can I see your eyes?” He asks sweetly. You nod, pulling the glasses off your face, before meeting his watch. “There she is,” he whispers. “You’re stunning. You know?”

“Thank you.”

“No, sweetheart. Thank you. And, it’s nice to meet you too.” You’re put at ease in his presence. Rafe seems to be the type of man who is rough for everyone and soft for you. The kind to commit heinous crimes, but don’t you dare fuck with what’s mine. He’d never do this to me… “So, we have about 10 minutes. It’s not enough time. I’m going to call you. Yeah?”

“Of course,” you answer quickly, scooting a little closer toward the glass, making him bite his lip at your excitement.

“I’m getting out of here in a week. Can you come and see me tomorrow?” He asks hopefully.

“Of course, Rafe.”

“N’he comes home in seven days-“ Rafe starts, catching you off guard as he spouts details you didn’t even know. Your confusion must be painted all over your face because he quickly assures you. “I know people. I know he’s in Monterrey; I know he’s into some pretty serious shit. So am I.”

“You are?” You ask shakily, bottom lip quivering with adrenaline. Tony never told you anything; everything was a mystery with him, dismissed and cloaked in a vain compliment to get you off his back. ‘You’re too pretty to worry about this, baby. Shh… all you gotta do is look pretty and spend Daddy’s money’. This is the most truth I’ve gotten about his dealings than I have in our entire relationship.

“I don’t like keepin’ secrets. I have a feelin’ you’re used to that shit. Not with me. Okay?”

“Okay…” you nod dutifully, nervously tapping your nails on the cool metal counter. “Well, in that case, why are you here?”

Rafe sucks his teeth and clears his throat, looking side to side, checking on the inmates sharing space with him. “Murder. Allegedly.” The blood drains from your face, your eyes widen like saucers. Murder? “I didn’t do it - I didn’t shoot that guy. I don’t even know him. I never met him a day in my life, but I gotta whole lotta enemies.”

“I suppose,” you whisper shakily.

“It wasn’t me…” There’s more that he wants to say. It’s right on the tip of his tongue. ‘It wasn’t me… this time.’ A change of scenery, and he’d probably tell you everything. “You gotta believe me. I promise-”

“I do,” you stop him, making his eyebrows lift slightly in surprise. “I believe you, Rafe.”

He looks back at you and smiles. “Good girl.” Your heart bangs in your chest, pulse thumping in your ears. “M’sorry our first conversation’s so hard. I didn’t want it to be like this… I wanna get this out of the way and put it to bed, ‘course I gotta handle business, but I’ll do the dirty work. You don’t need any more stress. After today, I don’t wanna speak about him anymore. Just you. You are the only thing I wanna talk about, princess,” he smiles, tapping gently on the glass. You rest your hand on it. Rafe does the same, pressing his large palm to match.

The thought of a physical connection makes your head spin, the pair of you looking at each other starry-eyed. “Can I count on you to pick me up when I get out?” He asks, anxiously like you’d say anything but ‘yes.’ You nod, unsure of the timeline or how you could escape when Tony returns. “His flight doesn’t get in until 4:30. N’Tony’s got a meetin’ with a new buyer-” Rafe gives you a little nod - he’s the buyer.

“Rafe-”

He shakes his head ‘no’, stopping you before you can start. “I’m not scared of him, baby. We need to come to an understanding, him and I. He needs to understand that his actions have consequences. He needs to understand you’re mine.”

His?

I’m Rafe’s.

You stare at him like a dear in the headlights yet again, stunned silent by his words. “Do you want that, princess?” He asks as he looks back at you.

“I do.”

Rafe shakes his head and smiles, slightly confused like he can’t believe what you’re saying. “I gotta week to make a plan. I have to get to him. You think you could help me with that?” Your stomach turns as you replay Rafe’s first lie. His mouth said ‘conversation’ but his eyes said ‘execution’. A conversation is not just a conversation. I’m not stupid. “You gotta act normal when you’re around him, princess. Business as usual. Do you think you can do that f’me?” You nod in agreement. “You’re going to do so good, baby. You’re brave. All right? You’re here. Aren’t you? You’re not afraid to take a risk. I mean, you’ve been here, after all,” he adds as he swirls his finger, gesturing to his confinement. “What did a sweet thing like you do to end up in here anyway?” He questions, cocking his head slightly as he fights back a smirk.

“I uhh…” You giggle breathily, still uneasy about what you can and can’t share, attempting to feed Rafe just enough to answer his question, not enough to incriminate yourself any further. “I trashed his truck.”

”The Maybach?” Rafe asks with a lifted brow; the smirk pulling wider as he tilts his body into the glass, his strong forearms resting on the countertop. You give him a nod ‘yes’. “That’s a two hundred thousand dollar ride, sunshine. Uhh, with what?” He asks as he scratches at his 5’o’clock shadow, a fire burning in his eyes, taking pleasure in your little stunt.

“A bat.”

“A bat. Huh? Well, fuck doll, You’ll be just fine.”

Your shoulders fall as your body relaxes a little more. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I will be alright. Maybe I can pull this off. “Okay,” you answer, starting to believe the words he’s saying yourself.

“After I hash out everything with Tony, I’m gonna take you out for a drink, and we’ll celebrate all night.”

You smile bashfully, his proposal clouding your brain; thoughts drifting away as he baits you with his proposition. He’s not saying a lot, but saying so much at the same time. ‘All night’… Drinks, celebration; sex… Freedom? Maybe, if everything goes his way, which I have a feeling it usually does.

“Words, angel,” Rafe hums, pulling you out of your haze.

You smile back at him, hungry-eyed, finding yourself impatient for the time to come already. “All night…”

Rafe licks his lips, savoring what little he can see of you. You can only imagine what he’s thinking, looks alone telling you that he’s picture a million and one ways he can make you scream his name. “Beautiful.”

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It had been a week… A week of getting to know him. A week of Rafe Cameron. Praise. Promises. The possibility of what a life could look like with him. Of course, there’s a chance it could all go to shit. What would I do then? What would I do if Tony did something to Rafe?

I guess Tony’s something I’ll have to take care of if that time comes. But what if he takes my life? I guess either way I’ll be free.

Your week went like clockwork: visitation at nine, a phone call every night at four. Rafe’s voice filled your ears, saving you from your dark thoughts, filling you with light. As he promised, there was no talk of Tony; the two of you more focused on getting acquainted with each other to worry about much more.

When 4 pm struck you pulled out your phone, waiting impatiently for Rafe’s call. It rang a moment later, making you scramble for the accept button. The rug was pulled out from underneath you after your sweet ‘hey, baby,’ and Tony’s ‘hello, darling’. His voice on the other end of the line was gut-wrenching leaving you to maintain that same bliss reserved for Rafe.

It taught you one thing, though… you were a much better liar than you imagined, acting like the steadfast, naive girlfriend you’ve played so many times before when you fed into the bullshit. ‘Are you having fun in Mexico, baby? Did you get to go to the beach, handsome? I can’t wait for you to come home, daddy. I miss you.’ And, he ate it all up, more than usual even. The guilt of his little “lesson” still weighing heavily on his icy heart, apparent in every whispered ‘I love you’ and “You know you’re my girl. Right?’

Wrong.

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You lean slightly outside your Magnum XE, waiting for Rafe. Catching the mirror, you check your makeup; almost all of the harm caused by Tony is covered up or faded away. You’re restless, drumming your hands on the leather steering wheel while waiting for him. You leave the car, walking around the front, adjusting your pink fur coat before sitting pretty on the hood. I wanna look good for him.

Last night was just a taste. You bite your lip, thinking about your phone conversation with Rafe. It was the first exchange that was more than just sweet and assuring, turning risky fast. It started with Rafe asking what you were wearing, ending with you, a panting mess in his ear as he talked you through it all. You soaked your fingers just like he asked as he set the pace, telling you what to do and when, praising you for doing such an good job for him. He promised he’d take care of you… And he did.

Fuck, I can’t wait to thank him myself.

You watch the door swing open, that very same door you walked out of just days before, but unlike you, Rafe is all smiles. That smile… He slings his bag over his shoulder, shooting you a wink that has you giggling like a schoolgirl.

Your heart patters as he steps closer, moving with a purpose. He takes you into his arms, stealing your breath as his lips lock with yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Rafe’s hand wraps around the back of your neck, the other bound around your waist, needing you closer. You live in the moment, memorizing the shape of his body in yours. The smell of his cologne lingers lightly on the shirt he had on when he stumbled into his cell that night, the scent of it somehow already so familiar. You grab onto his button-down, tugging him in, causing him to smile against your lips.

“Hi, princess.”

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Hi there!! I been reading your works and I love your writing. This my first request ever.

I had this idea, and I was thinking about a gothic vampire reader with the personality and the looks of Morticia Addams, and the love for the macabre. And Elijah catches her attention and she catches his attention. Of course, they meet at a gala, a opera etc. And for weeks, they have been getting to know each other. Until one day, he comes over to her house, they are having a good time then the visit turns steamy and smutty, it is passionate and feral. And maybe with blood sharing between the two.

But of course, if you don’t want to then you don’t have to and you can ignore this.

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Elijah meets an intriguing woman at the opera, leading to an evening of music, wine and vampiric indulgences.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @thealienartist!! Absolutely obsessed with this idea, I LOVE gothic romance & horror!!! This was an absolute dream to write. Can Elijah please be the Gomez to my Morticia heart? ♡♡

5.9k words - Warnings: smut, oral sex, blood drinking, I was self-projecting hard with this one... {I just want to be her}, black cats, chocolate cake, vintage wine, a love letter, Victorian gothic everything... I listened to Totentanz on repeat while writing this... {its a vibe}

Elijah had always enjoyed the arts, whether that be in music or literature or even painting and live performances. He found that the arts were one of the only things that made him feel truly alive. Even with his undead heart beating within his chest.

Around the turn of the century, Elijah discovered his love for horror. It amused him to see how humans depicted the supernatural, their interpretations of his kind were rather off. Vampires living in run down castles, with no regard for the world around them, their main purpose to drain the blood of the innocent. It was almost laughable, though some of his kind did enjoy that lifestyle.

It was during this time that he fell in love with opera, something his siblings didn't exactly agree with. Rebekah found it to be dull, Klaus found it to be pretentious and Kol didn't care either way.

They just didn't get it, the music, the drama, the costumes, had him completely enraptured.

So, when he heard that La bohème was being performed, he immediately made plans to go. He had seen it many times, but never got tired of the performance. He just wished that he could have somebody to go with, but none of his family wanted to attend.

He put on his favorite four piece suit, combed his hair, grabbed his black trench coat and made his way to the opera house.

As the lights dimmed and the stage lit up, Elijah couldn't help but feel a little sad, wishing he had someone to share this interest with, but he was content watching alone.

He watched as the curtains parted and the actors began their first scene, he immediately fell into a trance as he took in the performance.

Intermission was announced and he went outside for some fresh air, he was surprised to see a woman, who looked like she was plucked straight out of the past, standing on the balcony.

She was smoking a cigarette, the long stick held elegantly in her fingers. Her nails were red talons and her dark hair cascaded down her back, stopping at her hips. She was dressed in a all black Victorian style dress, which complimented her pale skin, making it look almost ghostly.

She tilted her head at him in acknowledgement, then went back to staring out into the night.

Elijah usually wasn't the one to approach women, he preferred for them to make the first move. But something about this one intrigued him, he was curious about her.

He stepped onto the balcony and approached her slowly. Watching the wisps of smoke rise into the air.

She looked up at him and smiled.

"Elijah Mikaelson, I presume?" Her voice was deep, but still feminine, her eyes darker than his own. She was strikingly beautiful, there was no doubt about that.

"You know who I am?" Elijah raised his eyebrows.

She chuckled, gracefully flicking her cigarette butt away.

"Who doesn't? The infamous Mikaelson's, who rule the streets of New Orleans with blood and fear... I'm a big fan," she said.

He smiled and shook his head, "We do not rule the city, we simply protect it from our enemies."

She hummed, a smirk gracing her ruby red lips.

"You do have a reputation," she replied.

Elijah nodded and stepped forward.

"What is your name, darling?"

She chuckled and leaned against the railing, gazing up at him with a smirk. "Y/n," she said, extending her hand out to him.

He grasped her hand gently, his lips brushing against her knuckles, her eyes sparkled as she watched his lips.

"Hmm, they don't make them like you anymore," she mused, her eyes traveling up and down his body. "You are so very old-fashioned," she added with a sly smile.

"Well I am quite old," he jested, matching her smile.

They stood and stared at each other for a moment before Elijah broke the silence. "What do you think of this performance?" He asked, gesturing towards the theater.

She shrugged, "I've seen worse, I've seen better," she replied.

Elijah found himself smirking at her response, not really knowing why. Maybe because he had found himself feeling the same.

"May I ask what brings you here?" He wondered why she was attending an opera alone.

"I was bored, looking for someone to eat," she stated. Her eyes roaming over his body once more.

Elijah let out a chuckle and ran a hand through his hair. There was only a handful of times in his long life that a woman actually made him nervous, this being one of those times.

She reached forward and placed her hand on his chest, leaning closer towards him, her lips ghosting against his ear, her scent surrounded him, it was intoxicating and Elijah found himself leaning into her.

"I'll see you around Mr. Mikaelson," she whispered and gently pulled away from him, giving him a wink before going back inside. Elijah watched her go, letting out a sigh as he shook his head, not being able to wipe the smile off of his face.

You considered yourself a solitary creature. Even in your human life, you tended to keep people at a distance. You felt misunderstood, even a bit judged by your peers, you didn't really like being around people.

After you were turned, things hadn't really changed that much, you still found it difficult to connect with others, but now you were mostly untethered and unburdened by society's rules.

The freedom of being a vampire was nice, to be able to go and do whatever you pleased, whenever you pleased and live however you saw fit.

You spent most of your years traveling, seeking out new places, experiencing new cultures and meeting people along the way. And with all this knowledge you learned exactly who you are and what you like.

New Orleans was one of your favorite places, full of vibrancy and life. It was an aesthetic heaven for you, a place that celebrated death, promoted the macabre, had strong connections to magic. Not to mention their appreciation for the arts.

For the last few decades, you had taken up residence in an old Victorian home. You compelled the local historical society to allow you to paint the exterior completely black. Planted dark red roses along the windows and hung little chandeliers made of animal bones along the porch.

You had spent quite a bit of time decorating the interior, making it a space that you could feel truly comfortable in. Something that made your home feel like it truly reflected your personality.

The house fit you perfectly; outside looking like something from a B-horror film, but the interior was homely and feminine, decorated with macabre pieces, gothic furniture, tapestries adorned the walls and candles were scattered everywhere.

You never really acclimated to modern society, you were turned in the 1800s and preferred to live according to the time. You liked old things, dark antiques, things that held a certain kind of energy within them.

So when you met Elijah Mikaelson at the opera house, you knew you had to add him to your collection.

You had heard about the Mikaelson family for a long time, whispers of them among the vampires. You had become intrigued, they were the oldest of your kind, the knowledge they possessed fascinated you.

You couldn't help the smirk that had stretched across your lips when you finally came face to face with Elijah, he was exactly how you imagined him. Tall, dark and handsome, dressed to perfection, emanating wealth and power. Finding him at the opera added to your attraction, knowing that his interests matched your own made it all that more charming.

Elijah Mikaelson was the fine wine of men and you wanted to bathe yourself in it. Wanted to drink up every drop of it, savoring the taste of it on your lips.

You sat in your living room, your cat on your lap, purring contently as you ran your fingers through his fur. You were dressed in a large silk robe, your hair tied up in a bun, dark wine colored lipstick on your lips. A mug filled with blood sat on the table beside you.

You were writing out a letter to him, with ink and parchment, your favorite fountain pen adding a certain flourish to your lettering. Your cat jumped off of your lap and you grabbed an envelope to place the letter inside. You folded the parchment and stuck it in the envelope, sealing it with wax and writing Elijah's name onto the paper.

You hoped he would like the gesture, you knew he was an old fashioned man, so sending him a letter with a gift was bound to catch his attention. It had been a long, long time since you felt nervous, and it had been at least a hundred years since you had a crush like this.

You grabbed the parcel with his gift in it and walked over to your front door, slipping on your heels, you headed out of the house and down your side walk, plucking a rose along the way.

The postman was close to leaving, just as you approached his mail van.

"Hello," you greeted, and watched as he turned and jumped, clearly startled by your sudden appearance.

"Jesus lady, I didn't hear you coming," he stammered, looking you up and down, a nervous smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to catch you before you left."

He shook his head and smiled, waving away your concern.

"I have a parcel for you to deliver," you said.

He nodded and held out his hand for the letter.

"What's the address?" He asked, staring down at the envelope, taking note of your fine penmanship.

"The Abattoir, in the French Quarter. For Elijah Mikaelson," you told him, running your fingertips along the thorns of your rose.

The postman nodded his head and placed the letter in his van.

"Have a nice day," he said as he walked away.

You watched him climb into his vehicle and drive away, a smirk playing on your lips, hoping your letter would get the attention you desired.

Elijah was spending the day lazing about, enjoying a rare day of peace and quiet, catching up on his reading. He wasn't expecting any visitors, but a knock sounded at the front door, which was a highly unusual occurrence.

He wandered downstairs, a nervous looking postman was waiting at the gate, looking around the old compound with fascination and hesitation.

"Elijah Mikaelson?" He asked timidly.

"Yes?" Elijah looked at him in bewilderment, it had been a long time since he had received anything in the mail, it wasn't like he had a registered address.

"This is for you," he said, handing him the envelope and a small package, wrapped in crimson coloured paper and tied with a black ribbon.

Elijah thanked him and made his way back into his home, he wondered who could have sent him a letter, the handwriting was immaculate, a skill that wasn't common in today's world.

He realized who it was from instantly when he saw the initials, y/n. A smile graced his lips, feeling like a giddy schoolboy instead of a thousand year old vampire.

He quickly undid the black ribbon and opened the paper, revealing a beautiful piece of art, depicting a flying demon eating a young woman's heart. The detail was incredibly fine, and he realized after a quick sniff, that the red of the painting was not paint. It was blood.

A thought crossed his mind, he wondered if it was a piece of your art, he found your work to be truly frightening, beautiful and enchanting, reminding him of the piece Nighthawks, though darker and macabre.

Opening the letter, he read it carefully,

Dearest Mr. Mikaelson, I hope this letter finds you well, if not please pardon my forwardness. I never understood the flirting etiquette of the modern woman. I find myself longing for the company of a man with your refined tastes, such a delicate palette. I was intrigued from the moment we met, our meeting felt fortuitous. I must confess that I have not felt this way in centuries, being in your presence awakened something within me that I wasn't aware still existed. I find myself completely enamored. Perhaps my feelings are returned? If not, then please accept this gift in hopes of extending our friendship. Though I do wish you share in my hopes of something a little more. I will be home tonight, perhaps you would do me the honor of joining me for a drink? Until then I remain Your Admirer, y/n.

Elijah couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he gently folded the parchment and placed it on his desk. He immediately went to check himself in the mirror, fixing his hair, combing it neatly to the side. He found himself anxiously changing his tie, nothing matched what he was wearing, but he wanted everything to be perfect.

He found a pair of ruby cufflinks, feeling that they complimented the letter and would perhaps set the mood.

Grabbing his black wool jacket and adjusting his tie, he made his way outside before stopping and running back inside, he couldn't possibly come empty handed and he knew just the thing to bring you.

You waited nervously inside your house, you had decided to wear a simple black slip dress, your hair flowing over your shoulders in waves, your black winged eyeliner perfectly defining your eyes.

You needed a way to quell your anxiety, so you decided to play a tune on your organ, something to fill the silence, create a soundtrack to go along with the nerves that bounced around inside your mind and heart.

If he didn't show, you would understand. It had been quite a while since you've expressed your affections to anyone. It had been a lifetime since you were courted.

Your fingers idly drifted over the ivory keys, producing a somber yet melodic tune. Your nails were filed into sharp talons, painted a deep crimson, matching the lipstick on your lips.

The melody flowed through the house, the tune reverberating against the walls, seeping through the floorboards. Your cat jumped up and settled in your lap, the soft vibrations from the organ lulling him into a purring trance.

A soft knock broke the melody and you felt your heart stutter. Placing your cat on the seat you walked over to your door. Taking a steadying breath, you grabbed the handle and opened the door.

Men usually didn't have you so utterly flustered, but with Elijah, it seemed like even your centuries old blood could grow warm.

"Good evening, I received your letter and gift, thank you."

He greeted you with a genuine smile, an excited glint in his eyes. You let your eyes wander over him, taking in his appearance, he was dressed to perfection, like always, obviously following along with your old fashioned aesthetic. You liked that you didn't have to ask him, he just got it.

"Please, come in," you stepped to the side to make room for him, you shut the door as he walked inside.

"Quite a lovely home you have here," he said, admiring the interior of the house.

You took his coat and led him into the sitting room, pointing to one of the antique sofas.

"Please, take a seat."

He sat and placed the bottle of wine he had brought on the table.

You took the bottle and marveled at the label, your interest peaked, feeling slightly taken back, it was one of the rarest reds, bottles of this were difficult to come by, most of them now lying at the bottom of the sea.

You knew it was not a simple gesture, this was the kind of thing you save for very special occasions. Knowing that he considered this date that special made your stomach flutter.

"Now how did you manage to get your hands on this?" You asked, placing the bottle beside the two glasses you had set out earlier.

"My brother was the culprit behind a number of shipwrecks, during the golden era of piracy," Elijah responded, a smirk gracing his lips.

You chuckled as you grabbed the corkscrew. "That is no surprise," you replied as you popped the cork out.

You grabbed the glasses and walked over to him, passing him one of the glasses before sitting across from him.

You both raised your glasses and clinked them together, taking a drink, closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

"I heard you playing as I approached the house, you have a lovely talent," Elijah said.

You smiled and nodded your head, looking down at your wine.

"That was very sweet of you to say," you looked up at him through your lashes, admiring his handsome features.

You took another sip and watched him over the rim of your glass, his eyes watching you as well.

"What were you playing? Totentanz?" He asked.

"Indeed, it’s one of my favorites," you said, tilting your glass in his direction, "and it felt appropriate," you jested.

A beautiful smile stretched across Elijah's face as he let out a chuckle. His smile made your lips curl up, mirroring his expression.

"So tell me," he began, "What made you decide to come to New Orleans?"

You shrugged and crossed your legs, the sliver of skin left exposed as the fabric cascaded over your thighs, capturing his attention.

"I love it here, the culture, the art, blood tastes sweeter here," you said, letting a sly smile grace your face. "I like the way this city weaves death and beauty," you paused and took a sip, "it just feels like home to me."

Elijah nodded his head in understanding, he appreciated what you had said. "Yes, there is a certain allure about this city,"

"Your family helped build it back in the 1800s, no?" You asked, running your finger along the lip of your glass.

He nodded, "yes we did, from swamps and brothels to one of the wealthiest cities."

You chuckled and shook your head, "yet the swamps and brothels remain," you mused.

"But not nearly as much," he joked.

You both sat and talked for hours, getting to know each other, laughing and drinking. Elijah was surprised to find that you didn't mind listening to him talk about his travels and life, in fact you hung onto his every word. To him, you were utterly enchanting, the way your eyes lit up as you talked, your laugh, the way you looked at him.

At one point he got up and sat closer to you, his hand gently grazing your thigh, leaning in close as you spoke, his eyes locked on yours. Your lips parted and you felt his breath ghosting across your mouth, his eyes flicking down to your lips. He was such a gentleman, waiting for you to initiate the kiss, but you wanted to do one last thing before you tasted his lips.

"I made something for us, if you would like to try it," you whispered.

He leaned back and tilted his head, his eyes curious.

You smirked and placed your wine glass down, slowly standing up.

"Follow me," you told him.

Elijah trailed after you into your dining room, a large wooden table in the center of the room, filled with silver platters and a centerpiece of black and white roses.

You had made a decadent chocolate cake using human blood, the dark rich blood mixing with the cocoa, making a sinfully dark and delicious dessert.

You pulled out a chair for him and motioned for him to sit.

"This looks delicious, did you make this?" Elijah asked.

You nodded and cut a slice for him, placing it on a plate.

"Yes, I made it from scratch," you said, a small smirk playing on your lips. "Gathered all the ingredients from local suppliers."

Elijah hummed, taking his first bite, his eyes widened and he let out a soft groan.

"This is divine," he exclaimed, the veins around his eyes darkening.

You sat and watched him eat the entire slice, his eyes were blown out, the bloodlust apparent in his expression. You bit your lip, trying to hold in your excitement.

You pushed your plate towards him, a wicked grin on your lips. "Would you like another slice?"

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the bloodlust making him look feral, his eyes completely black.

"I would prefer to taste something else," he said.

Your lips curled into a smile as he stood, pushing his chair back and pulling you out of yours.

His arms snaked around your waist, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair, pulling you flush against him. You ran your hand up his chest and wrapped it around his neck, your lips meeting his.

He tasted like red wine, chocolate and just a hint of blood, his mouth soft and pliant, his tongue brushing against your lips. You nipped at his bottom lip and he growled, pushing his hips against yours, walking you backwards, pinning you against the wall.

"Where did you come from?" He marveled, his hands grabbing your ass.

You laughed and ran your hand through his hair, giving it a light tug.

"Does it matter?" You whispered, pressing your lips against his again, kissing him hungrily.

"You've been in my city for so long, yet I only just met you, how very unfortunate," his voice was gruff as he spoke, his hips rolling against yours.

"I guess we will have to make up for lost time," you said, your voice dripping with lust.

Elijah picked you up and flashed up the stairs, his hands cupping your ass, his lips attached to your neck. He walked you into the bedroom, tossing you on the bed.

You laid there, propped up on your elbows, staring up at him, a teasing smirk on your lips, your dark hair fanning out on the pillow.

He looked at you in awe, your red lips were swollen from his kiss and the hem of your slip had risen up your thighs. He climbed onto the bed and crawled towards you, hovering over your body, his mouth finding yours again, his hands running up to the hem of your stockings, his fingers teasing the skin under the material.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped him, straddling his hips. Your hands ran over his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

His hands roamed over your body, slipping the straps of your slip off your shoulders, revealing your black corset, his hands trailing over the boning, the lace covering your breasts, the garters that held up your stockings, and the panties that were already ruined.

"I miss when women would dress this way," he sighed, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, a look of hunger in his eyes.

You chuckled, bending down to nip at his bottom lip, your lips moving along his jaw.

"Happy to keep the tradition alive," you whispered, nuzzling your nose against his neck, your fangs running along the artery, feeling his pulse against the tip of your fangs.

Elijah flipped you over and pressed his body against yours, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing the sides, his thumb tilting your head back. His other hand found the ties inn the front of your corset, slowly undoing the knots, the ribbon sliding through the eyelets, the corset loosening with each pull.

You watched his eyes flicker over your breasts, his fangs extending, his breathing heavy. He looked up and met your gaze, his face shifting, his veins spreading underneath his eyes.

He bent down, his fangs sinking into your chest, your blood filling his mouth, dripping down his chin. Your eyes rolled back as he fed from you, his hand squeezing your breast, his fingers pinching and twisting your nipple.

The pain of his fangs and the pleasure of his hands were overwhelming, you felt drunk, you felt euphoric.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, your mouth colliding with his, tasting yourself on his lips. He groaned into your mouth and rolled his hips against yours, his bulge pressing against your core.

You both frantically began to undress, his pants and belt tossed aside, your dress and corset ripped off, thrown onto the floor. You laid back, wearing nothing but your stockings and panties, his boxer briefs the only piece of clothing left on his body.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you back underneath him, his lips finding yours, his hand running up your leg, hooking his finger into the thin strap of your panties, tearing them off.

"That was entirely ungentlemanly," you said, a teasing glint in your eye.

Elijah smirked, kissing his way down your stomach, stopping at your pelvis, his fangs lightly scraping the skin above your pussy.

"You don't seem to mind," he mused, his hand pushing your thighs open, his lips wrapping around your clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your hips bucked and your hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging it, urging him on. You appreciated his enthusiasm as he indulged in pleasuring you.

His tongue felt deliciously warm against your skin, your eyes shut, your breath ragged. It had been so long since you had a man between your legs, and Elijah was no ordinary lover, his skill level matched his age.

You moaned and writhed beneath him, his thumb pressed against your clit, your wetness covering his chin.

"Fucking hell," you panted, your body starting to tense.

Your hands gripped the bedsheets, your body a ball of pent up tension, with one final stroke of his tongue, your orgasm broke through the last sliver of control.

You shook and gasped as your climax took over, your whole body erupting in pleasure. Elijah lifted his head, watching you, his lips curling into a sly smile.

"That's a sight," he praised, sitting up and wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

You slowly opened your eyes, a blissful smile plastered on your face.

"Indeed it is," you replied, your breathing uneven.

"But you should watch your language, I thought you were a lady," he teased, his eyebrow raised, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.

You narrowed your eyes and smirked, leaning forward, grabbing his shoulders and rolling him onto his back. Your bodies were slotted together, your faces close to each other.

"When have I ever claimed to be a lady?" You asked, kissing along his jawline, nipping the soft skin at the end of his neck.

Your hands trailed down his body, running over his chest, letting your nails run down his torso, breaking the skin, long bloody tracks appearing.

You kissed your way down his chest, licking the blood up, your fangs scraping against his abdomen. You looked up and caught his hungry gaze, his body tensing under you, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers.

Smirking, you kissed the fabric that separated you from his cock, your hands reaching up and tugging at the waistband, pulling them down slowly.

Your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, licking the pre-cum. His eyes fluttered shut and he hissed in pleasure, his hands tangling in your hair.

"Mr. Mikaelson," you said as you slowly descended on his cock. "I may look like a lady," you popped off him and kissed the head. "but I fuck like a dirty, filthy whore."

Elijah groaned at your words, the hands in your hair tightening, gripping your strands, guiding you back down, taking in more of him.

You bobbed your head along his shaft, sucking and lapping at the vein along the underside, one of your hands pumping the part you couldn't fit in your mouth, the other gently cupping his balls, squeezing and massaging them.

Elijah slowly began to rock his hips, matching your rhythm, his breathing heavy and rapid, his voice hoarse as he murmured your name.

Pulling his cock out of your mouth, you looked up at him, tilting your head, "yes?" You smirked, blowing air onto the tip.

Elijah pulled you up and kissed you, flipping you over and once again pinning you underneath him. He pulled your thigh up to hook around his waist, gripping your ass, letting his cock rub along your slit. He pulled on the hem of your stocking, letting it snap back against your skin.

"Gorgeous, intoxicating thing," he cooed, slowly sinking into you.

You threw your head back and let out a moan, your leg hiked up to allow him deeper access. He placed one hand under your thigh, holding your leg in place, while the other found your neck, his thumb grazing your windpipe, applying the perfect amount of pressure. The hand under your leg holding you firmly. You knew that a part of him wanted to give into the bloodlust, the animalistic side of him that was desperate to sink his fangs into your neck. His gentleness mixed with his aggressiveness drove you wild.

You felt every inch of his cock as he slowly rolled his hips, pulling out of you almost fully before entering you again. He leaned down and kissed you deeply, his tongue dancing along yours. It was intense and overwhelming, the way he had all your senses tied up in his touch, his mouth, his taste, the sound of his breathing, his movements.

You struggled to hold it together, your pleasure building with each stroke, and he knew, he loved seeing you come undone.

He began to pick up his pace, his hips snapping against yours. It was like the perfect dance, his hips moving so smoothly and perfectly in time with yours, both of you chasing the inevitable crash.

Your eyes met, and everything else seemed to fall away as you lost yourself in his gaze, everything slowing down. He kissed you softly, tenderly, making you melt in his hands.

You brought one hand down to rest on his cheek, holding his face against yours, kissing him back just as tenderly. You ran your index finger along his jaw line, your sharp nail drawing blood, dipping your finger between your lips. He tasted so much better than you imagined, like pure power and divine lust.

Elijah groaned at the sight of your blood stained lips and he sped up, his lips on your neck, his fangs running over your skin.

You tugged on his hair, urging him to bite you, to drink his fill, you wanted nothing more than to give yourself over completely.

His fangs sank into your neck, your blood spilling into his mouth, some of it dripping onto your chest, his teeth slicing into your skin.

The sensation pushed you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you, your hands grabbing at his shoulders, a strangled cry of his name leaving your lips.

He didn't stop, just as he was reaching his peak, he sank his teeth in deeper. He growled, his hips losing their rhythm as his climax hit him. You were both a gasping, moaning mess, clinging to one another, your fingers digging into each other's skin.

The two of you collapsed in a sweaty heap, tangled in the sheets, your skin glistening, breathing heavy.

You felt light headed and euphoric. His gaze was piercing and loving, his fingers brushing across your neck, softly wiping the blood off. His mouth gently caressed yours, his hands cupping your face.

He brushed your hair behind your ears, pulling you into his embrace, his fingers tracing your skin. It was hard to believe that you had only known him for a night, it felt like a lifetime.

A long overdue release of tension and you were happy to be the object of his affections. He was by far the most interesting man you had ever met.

You melted into him, his hands wrapping around you, holding you close. Everything felt perfect, the dim lights, the sound of rain in the background, the weight of him beside you.

The slow creak of your bedroom door opening, cut through the stillness of the night. The soft mew of your cat greeted the both of you, followed by the sound of him jumping onto your bed. The comforting feeling of his paws walking along the sheets as he came to investigate the disturbance in his home.

He walked along Elijah's body, bumping his head against Elijah's outstretched hand, purring happily.

"And who might you be?" Elijah asked.

"Erebus," you responded, stroking Erebus' fur. "It means darkness."

Elijah nodded, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk.

"An appropriate name," he mused, watching the black cat turn around on his chest, finding a comfortable spot to settle.

Erebus yawned and curled into a ball, closing his eyes.

You smiled and snuggled in closer to Elijah, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I guess Erebus wants me to stay," He chuckled.

You laughed and reached over him, scratching the cat behind the ears.

"It does seem that way," you teased. "And I have no intention of kicking you out."

Elijah smiled, kissing the top of your head.

"Good," he said. "Because I intend on staying right here."

You looked up at him and smiled, your heart skipping a beat. You had never met anyone who could make you feel so special and desirable.

Elijah's face was gentle, his eyes crinkled, his mouth curled into a smile. He kissed you again, a sweet, chaste kiss, and then he turned his attention back to Erebus, who was now fast asleep on his chest.

"Did you know that Erebus fathered Eros, the god of love and desire?" He asked.

"I did," you chucked, watching your little cats chest rise and fall.

"There is a play house not far from here, they are putting on a performance about it, the play is called Sweet Eros. Would you like to go see it? It's quite twisted, it seems like something you would enjoy."

You nodded and kissed him, a grin on your face.

"Mr. Mikaelson, I think this is the start of something beautiful," you teased, your fingers tracing his collarbone.

"Oh my darling," he said, his lips brushing against yours. "It already is."

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He’s So Lana Pt.2

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The clock ticked so slowly as I waited to close the shop. I read and reread Austins text a million times and it never failed to make me smile and butterflies swarm my tummy. Just those simple words “Dinner at my place at eight?” I kept running it through my head and counting down the seconds. The clock ticked six and I closed the shop in record time, forgetting about sweeping and shutting the computer down. I tossed my bag into the passenger seat of my VW bug and jumped in the front seat, the radio blaring The Beatles as soon as I turned the key.

I didn’t make it home until 6:30 and after calculating, Austins house was a 30 minute drive with traffic so I only had an hour. I only had an hour to pick out an outfit and do my makeup and hair. I quickly ran to my closet and after what seemed to be throwing every single article of clothing on my floor I decided on my all time favorite, holy grail vintage clothing piece, my 70’s Gunne Sax white v-neck midi dress. It had beautiful little purple lavender flowers on it, crystal buttons and lace straps and I matched it with a purple cardigan. I decided to do my hair and makeup first to protect the dress from any possible makeup spills.

I put my hair up in a very loose high ponytail and just put on light pink eyeshadow, mascara and a wine colored lipstick. I looked at the clock to see I had 10 minutes until I had to leave so I quickly took the dress out of its garment bag and pulled it on, matching it with purple Candies heels. I had just enough time to grab a basket and run out to my garden to put together a harvest basket for him. Mom always told me to never show up to a hosts home empty handed.

I put a couple oranges and apples in the basket and a tomato. I clipped some flowers and herbs and added them to the basket and went back inside. I grabbed a jar of blackberry jam and a jar of wine mustard I made the other day. I finished it off by wrapping a fresh loaf of zucchini bread in a cloth and laying it in the basket.

I grabbed my patchwork purse and the basket and ran out of the door. Quickly running back in once I realized I forgot my keys… and to lock the door.

I was incredibly nervous the entire drive. Would he not like my outfit? Or my car? Or not like me? He had only met me for a short time while I was working but what if really getting to know me scared him away like many before him. Dates always had me nervous after my last boyfriend. He was a gentleman and so nice during the first few months but after a while, he became cruel and violent. I have the scars to prove it.

My GPS told me to take a right which a came to a complete stop as I looked at the road to my right. It was gravel and wooded all around. I sighed and hoped the gravel wouldn’t destroy my 1967 VW. I drove slowly and continued to monitor my GPS when it told me the destination was on my left. I didn’t see anything so I drove a little further until a large farmhouse came into view. I parked, grabbed the basket and my purse and walked up to the door, knocking twice before stepping back.

I heard some movement in the house and could see a figure through the stained glass window. The door opened and there he was, wearing a blue apron over his dark jeans and blue denim-like long sleeve button up. “Hi.” I said. “Hey, come on in.” He smiled. I nodded and walked in the house. “Here you go. Thank you for inviting me over.” I smiled, handing him the basket. “Oh of course. You didn’t have to bring anything.” He said, moving somethings around to look at all the items in the basket. “My mom always told me to never arrive at someone’s home empty handed. And its just some things from my garden or made from things from my garden.” I smiled. “I’ve never gotten something this thoughtful.” He smiled. “I hope you like everything.” I said. “I know I will. Come on in, make yourself at home. Dinner is almost done.” He said. I followed him into the kitchen and sat at one of the barstools and watched him cook.

“I have never been on a date with a guy that can cook.” I smiled. “Really? I think more people should try to learn to cook, I really enjoy it.” He said. “I’m definitely more of a baker than chef but I know enough to survive.” I laughed. “Baking is an entire new territory I am yet to conquer.” He said. “What’s your favorite thing to cook?” I asked. “Well, my comfort food is just a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I really enjoy making sourdough grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup.” He said. “Is that what you’re making now?” I asked. “Yeah, is that alright? I didn’t realize how low I was on ingredients until I started cooking.” He laughed. “That sounds wonderful.” I smiled.

He grabbed some cream from the fridge and added it to the soup. “I told you about my family, I’d love to hear about yours.” I said. “Well, I have an older sister, she moved states a couple of years ago and my dad still lives here.” He said. “Have you always lived here in California?” I asked. “Yep, I lived in New York for a little while I was on broadway but I missed this place more than anything.” He said. “So a Cali boy through and through. Do you surf?” I asked. “I tried a couple times but was never successful. I want to try again sometime.” He said. “It’s a lot of fun. My dad taught me.” I said. “I have an extra board, if you want I can take you out sometime and teach you! Its like riding a bike.” I smiled. “I’d really like that.” He said. “You’re going to love it. Maybe one of the times, I can bring my dad so you can learn from the master himself. He hasn’t been out on the water since mom passed so I think it’d be great for him.” I said. “Sorry, that was weird.” I said with a nervous laugh. “No, I think that would be a really great time.” He smiled.

I nodded. After that there was an awkward pause. Damnit, I blew it. I got too comfortable and blew it. “When did you lose your mom?” He asked quietly. “When I was 24, so almost 3 years ago.” I said. He nodded. “When did you lose yours?” I asked. He looked up with a confused and sad look. “How’d you know?” He asked. “I can just tell, there’s apart of you thats lost, searching for something.” I said. “I was 23.” He said. I could tell they were close and that it was a fragile subject for him. “Look at us, two half orphans.” I said, reaching over the counter and stroking his hand.

He took the grilled cheese off of the stove and put them on plates and grabbed bowls for the soup. “Do you have pets?” I asked. “I don’t. I really want a dog though.” He said. “Do you like cats?” I asked. “You know, I’ve never had a pet cat before.” He said. “I have cats. They are the lights of my life.” I laughed. “Cats.. plural?” He laughed. “Yep. I have well um…” I sighed. “2?” He asked. I shook my head. “4?” He asked. “5?” I shook my head. “Oh my. 6?” He laughed. “Close enough. 6 are mine and one just lives with me.” I laughed. “Tell me, how’d you get all of these cats?” He asked. “Well, I found Moe, Larry and Curly on the side of the highway in a bag when they were kittens, Lieutenant Dan showed up in my backyard and he was missing his front paws, Moe ended up being a girl and two kittens, Mercury and Styles and the one that lives with me was my moms cat, she’s a Maine coon named Zeus and weighs 25 pounds.” I said, holding back my laughter. “Oh my, thats a lot of cats.” He said, joining in on my laughter. “I’ll have to meet these cats. But first, is that a cat scratch on your arm?” He asked, referring to the vertical scar on my wrist. “Oh no no, they aren’t aggressive!” I reassured. He smiled.

He spooned the soup into two bowls and put the grilled cheese’s on plates. He grabbed silverware and napkins and set a bowl in front of me, the other on the placemat next to me. “So how’d you get into the record business?” He asked as he sat next to me. “So my parents had a college fund set aside for me, it was enough to go to any school I wanted and get any degree I wanted but of course, me being me, I took all the money and bought the building that is now Lucy In The Sky. My parents of course weren’t to happy about that and thought it’d would be better if I moved out so I moved in with my boyfriend at the time, he was horrible so that pushed me to spend most of my time working on remodeling the shop and hunting for cheap records to buy to get started. It was a journey but now somehow I am the owner of the most successful used record store in California.” I laughed. “That’s amazing. Did your parents ever get over it?” He asked. “I don’t think completely but we became closer again a couple years ago. I think my dad is proud now.” I said. “He should be. You built that all yourself.” He said. “With his money.” I laughed. “But if you didn’t put the work it, money or no money it wouldn’t have mattered.” He said. “I guess you have a point.” I smiled. I dipped the grilled cheese in the soup and took a bite. “Holy shit, that’s amazing.” I said, covering my mouth as I ate. “I’m glad you like it.” Austin said. “Like it? Like it?? This is like death row final meal choice quality!” I said, taking another bite. “Oh it gets better each bite.” I said.

“Tell me, what’d you think of Lana?” I asked. “I honestly don’t know how I’ve gone this long without listening to her.” He said. “Favorite song on the album?” I asked. “Born to die and National Anthem had really nice feels to them but Video Games was an out of body experience.” He said. “That is literally the only way to describe Video Games. That song got me through a lot.” I smiled. “I can tell her music means a lot to you.” He said. “It really does. In the entire shop, she is the only artist we sell new vinyl of.” I said. “I can see why. Her music is lovely. It draws you in like a siren’s song.” He said. “You have a way with words, Austin. Do you write?” I asked. “Thank you. I try to journal everyday but I’ve never written anything serious before.” He said. “You really should. You have the words of a poet.” I said. “Do you write?” He asked. “Yeah, its the only way I can express myself when I’ve feeling stressed or sad, or even happy.” I said. “Thats so beautiful.” He smiled.

We spent the next half hour talking about his upcoming Elvis role along with many other things. “How about we go in the living room and listen to some music?” He asked. “I’d love to but at least let me help with the dishes first.” I said. “Nope, I simply can not allow such a beautiful woman help clean up.” He smiled as he held his hand out. I blushed as I grabbed his hand and we walked into the living room. “Oh no way you have a Rega!” I squealed as I took in his record player and stereo system. “Is that a good one? I picked it up at a place downtown. Your shop doesn’t have record players, right?” He asked. “Its a great one, I’d definitely own one if I could afford it. I’m more of an audio technica gal. And nope, we don’t. Not enough profit.” I said. “Gotcha.” He said. “Do you mind if I?” I asked. “Not at all, go crazy.” He said.

I got down on my knees and turned the receiver on and picked up a record from his shelf. I grabbed Abbey Road. “A classic.” He smiled. “Yes it is.” I said as placed it on the turntable and placed the tone arm down on She Came In Through The Bathroom Window. I let my body flow and move to the music, smiling at Austin as I turned. I reached my hand out to him. “I’m not much of a dancer.” He laughed. “Well we better fix that, soon to be Mr. Presley.” I said as I pulled him up.

I guided him in the movements through the rest of the song. We laughed as he spun me and I came crashing into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso as we rocked back and fourth. People would say we honestly looked insane if they say us. I was just happy.

We sat down on the couch as Golden Slumbers came on and I sat down next to him, a slight distance between us as I closed my eyes swayed. “Sleep pretty darlin’ do not cry.” I mouthed. “My mom sang this to me as a lullaby.” I smiled. “Thats beautiful.” He said. I watched as he pretended to yawn and then laid his arm over my shoulders. I leaned into him a little as I tried not to laugh. “That was so lame.” I giggled. “It really was. That was my go to move as a teenager.” He said laughing. I comfortably laid on his chest until the end of the album. “Lets see what else ya’ got.” I smiled as I stood up and went back over to his albums. I put Abbey road back into its sleeve and put it away. “Got any Pink Floyd?” I asked. “I don’t think so.” He said. “Darn, you have a great collection beside the missing Floyd.” I said. “I’d love to see your collection sometime.” He said. “You’ve seen it.” I said. “Hm?” He asked. “The store is my collection. If I have something I want to listen to, I grab it from the store and then put it back on sale.” I said. “That’s actually really smart.” He smiled. “I know, right?” I laughed.

I pulled a record from the shelf and set it on the turntable. The sounds of Lana Del Rey’s Video Games came over the speakers. I sat back down next to him and leaned on his shoulder. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed and lips parted as he listened to the song. “She’s ethereal, isn’t she.” I smiled. “I think you’re ethereal.” He said, looking down at me. I blinked for a moment as I took in his words. I sat up, my legs straddling his. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. I looked down as I blushed. His hand came up and lifted my chin to look at him. “Don’t get shy on me.” He said. He pushed my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. My heart took over as I flew forward and placed a heavy kiss on his lips. His hands buried in my hair and pulled me impossibly closer as my heart felt as though it was beating out of my chest. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip once I pulled away. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He smiled. “Not bad yourself.” I smiled.

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LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE. | BILL

Superman - Goldfinger

So here I am//Doing everything I can//Holding on to what I am//Pretending I'm a superman//I'm trying to keep//The ground on my feet//It seems the world's falling down around me//The nights are long//I'm singing this song//To try and make the answers more than maybe//And I'm so confused//About what to do//Sometimes I want to throw it all away//So here I am//Growing older all the time//Looking older all the time//Feeling younger in my mind//You're telling me I have to change//Telling me to act my age//But if all that I can do//Is just sit and watch time go//Then I'll have to say good-bye//Life's too short to watch it fly

Into the Wild - Miracle of Sound

Light at the end of the slumber//Life at the close of the sleep//Facing the world with a hunger//Clambering out of the deep//Blank slate//A trip to begin//Look to tomorrow//Clean plate//A fresh little wind//A road to follow//Into the wild//Into the vast//Into the beauty//Emerging at last//Into the wild//Into the fray//Up and away//Gliding over the past//Sun and the rain and the thunder//Prized, for the world is my shrine//So many places I've wandered//So many I've yet to find

Emperor's New Clothes - Panic! At the Disco

Welcome to the end of eras//Ice has melted back to life//Done my time and served my sentence//Dress me up and watch me die//If it feels good, tastes good//It must be mine//Dynasty decapitated You just might see a ghost tonight//And if you don't know now you know//Sycophants on velvet sofas//Lavish mansions, vintage wine//I am so much more than Royal//Snatch your chain and mace your eyes//If it feels good, tastes good//It must be mine//Heroes always get remembered//But you know legends never die

No Hopers, Jokers & Rogues - The Fisherman's Friends

Come all you no hopers, you jokers and rogues//We're on the road to nowhere, let's find out where it goes//It might be a ladder to the stars, who knows?//Come all you no hopers, you jokers and rogues//Leave all your furrows in the fields where they lie//Your factories and offices, kiss them all goodbye//Have a little faith in the dream maker in the sky//There's glory in believing in//And it's all in the beholder's eye

Street of Dreams - Rainbow

I heard the sound of voices in the night//Spellbound, there was someone calling//I looked around, no one was in sight//Pulled down and I kept on falling//I've seen this place before//And you were standing by my side//I've seen your face before tonight//Maybe I just see what I want it to be//I know it's a mystery//Do you remember me//On the street of dreams//Running through my memory//On the street of dreams//There you stood, a distant memory//So good, like we’ve never parted//Said to myself I knew you'd set me free//And here we are, right back where we started

La Lune - Madeon (feat. Dan Smith)

Sometimes these memories pull us under//We get lost talking, days come by//But we're not getting any younger//And now it feels like real life has dragged us in its tide//So we stay awake, like we always do//And we try to recreate//And though nothing's changed, and I'm next to you//It doesn't feel the same//I would never change what our past is//Written in our bones, it's who we are//I just can't control where my mind goes/When it goes too far//Does it matter if we change?//Does it matter at all?//Don't you worry about me, friend//Don't you worry at all

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French kisses with Eva!

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Dressing rooms were new for Eva, she wasn't used to having at all let alone one as spacious as the one she had. She supposed becoming the main singer of the lounge had its perks──perks that included the very nice bottle of vintage wine that greeted the two of you as you returned after another successful performance.

She had changed into a robe, the sequinned dress she had performed in slung over the back of an empty chair, its fabric wrapped around her body loosely, falling to expose her shoulder and the majority of her chest. Eva was lent back in her own chair, looking over at you seated on the lower couch through her lashes, before she made her move.

The glass of refilled wine was half drunk in her hand, sloshing as she lent forward over her crossed legs to call you to her with a curling finger and a seductive smile.

You went to her easily, hovering slightly──her legs still crossed as you stepped over her and your legs were either side of hers.

Eva bit down on her lip, tongue jutting out to wet them as she raised an eyebrow. You reached down to take the glass from her hand, lifting it to your lips to finish it off before discarding it on a table. Then your mouth was on hers, the taste of wine fresh on your lips──on your tongue.

Eva hadn't thought she'd use her dressing room for anything other than preparing for performances but here she was, indulging on the taste of your tongue, the heat of your hands being the only thing touching her, the way her heart beat faster as you decided to straddle her for real──the weight on her hips igniting something within her as she kissed you back with heightened fervour.

And yet here she was.

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Mussel Monday Madness: Must-Try Mussels for Monday Mood Boost

If you’re looking to beat those Monday blues with a dash of flavour and a hint of history, look no further than the Belgian Beer Cafe’s “Mussel Monday Madness.” Nestled in the heart of Dubai, this authentic venue brings the rich culinary traditions of Belgium straight to your table. Today, we’re diving into the world of Belgian mussels, a national delicacy that promises to lift your spirits and tantalize your taste buds.

A Taste of Belgium: Freshness and Flavor

At Belgian Beer Cafe, mussels aren’t just a dish; they’re a tradition, crafted with care and served with pride. Sourced from the finest waters, the mussels here are celebrated for their unbeatable freshness. Each mussel is plump and tender, cooked to perfection using time-honoured techniques that bring out its natural flavours.

Whether you’re a seafood enthusiast or a first-time mussel taster, these dishes will transport you to the coastal regions of Belgium with every bite. The mussels are served in a steaming pot, their fragrant aroma wafting through the air, enticing you to dive right in. You’ll find them swimming in a variety of broths that range from classic white wine and garlic to creamy sauces spiced with herbs that add an extra layer of depth to each mouthful.

Signature Mussel Dishes to Try

Moules Marinière: This classic dish features mussels cooked in a delicate broth of white wine, shallots, parsley, and a hint of cream. The subtle sweetness of the wine, combined with the brininess of the mussels, creates a symphony of flavours that’s both light and indulgent.

Moules à la Provençale: A nod to Mediterranean influences, these mussels are simmered with tomatoes, garlic, herbs, and a touch of chilli for a slight kick. This dish is perfect for those who crave a bit of spice in their seafood.

Moules au Roquefort: For a bolder taste, try the mussels cooked with Roquefort cheese. The creamy texture and sharp flavour of the blue cheese blend harmoniously with the mussels, creating a rich and savoury experience that pairs beautifully with a cold beer.

A Perfect Pairing: Mussels and Belgian Beers

No meal at the Belgian Beer Cafe is complete without exploring their extensive beer selection. Mussels and beer are a match made in heaven, each enhancing the other’s flavours for a dining experience you won’t forget. Here are some pairing suggestions to elevate your Mussel Monday:

– Moules Marinière with a Belgian Witbier: The light, citrusy notes of a Witbier complement the delicate flavours of the white wine and garlic in the dish, creating a refreshing combination.  

– Moules à la Provençale with a Pale Ale: The hint of spice in the Provençale sauce pairs well with the hoppy bitterness of a Pale Ale, balancing the heat while enhancing the dish’s herbal notes.

– Moules au Roquefort with a Belgian Dubbel: The rich and malty flavours of a Dubbel beer perfectly counterbalance the strong, creamy taste of the Roquefort cheese, bringing out the best in both the beer and the dish.

Step Back in Time: The Ambiance of Belgian Beer Cafe

Walking into the Belgian Beer Cafe is like stepping into a historic 18th-century bar in the heart of Brussels. The warm, wooden interiors, vintage decor, and soft lighting create an atmosphere that’s both inviting and nostalgic. The air is filled with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, echoing the lively spirit of Belgian taverns of old. It’s the perfect setting to unwind after a long day, surrounded by good company, great food, and exceptional beer.

Tips for the Ultimate Mussel Monday Experience

Come Hungry: The generous portions at Belgian Beer Cafe mean you’ll want to arrive with an appetite. Each mussel dish is hearty and perfect for sharing.

Experiment with Pairings: Don’t hesitate to ask the knowledgeable staff for their beer recommendations. They’ll guide you to the perfect brew to complement your meal.

Soak It Up: Don’t let the delicious broths go to waste! Be sure to have some crusty bread on hand to soak up every last drop of the flavorful sauces.

Savor the Moment: Take your time to enjoy the experience. Sip your beer, savour each mussel, and let the ambience transport you to the heart of Belgium.

Join Us for Mussel Monday Madness

Whether you’re a seafood lover or a curious foodie, Mussel Monday at Belgian Beer Cafe promises a culinary journey like no other. With each bite of these perfectly cooked mussels, paired with a world-class Belgian beer, you’ll find yourself carried away to the historic streets of Belgium. Come for the mussels, stay for the memories, and discover why this Belgian tradition is the ultimate way to beat those Monday blues. 

So, gather your friends, set your sights on the Belgian Beer Cafe in Dubai, and make every Monday a celebration with our Mussel Monday Madness. Cheers to good food, great beer, and unforgettable moments!

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Explore the Rooms at Mahogany Manor: Bed and Breakfast in New Brunswick

In the heart of Saint John, New Brunswick, lies a gem for travelers. Mahogany Manor Bed and Breakfast offers historic charm, modern comfort, and warm hospitality. This restored Victorian home offers a unique place to stay. It reflects the region's culture and beauty. Let's explore what makes the rooms at Mahogany Manor so special. This bed and breakfast New Brunswick is the perfect place for your next trip.

A Historical Haven with Modern Comforts

At Mahogany Manor, history comes alive within its elegantly designed walls. Built in the late 19th century, the property retains much of its original character. The common areas and guest rooms have rich mahogany woodwork. They also have intricate moldings and antique furnishings. However, the bed and breakfast has modern amenities. They ensure a comfortable stay for today's travelers.

Each room at Mahogany Manor tells its own story, blending timeless elegance with thoughtful design. Let’s explore the distinctive charm of the accommodations awaiting you.

The Garden Chamber: A Retreat into Serenity

The Garden Chamber is a haven for those seeking tranquility. This room boasts a soothing ambiance, enhanced by soft, natural hues and tasteful décor. Large windows let in sunlight and show off the garden, a highlight of the property.

The Garden Chamber has plush bedding, a big private bathroom, and free Wi-Fi. It's perfect for relaxing or remote work. This room is a peaceful escape from daily life. Enjoy the view with a cup of tea, or curl up with a good book.

Cranberry Wine: A Taste of Luxury

For those who appreciate refined elegance, the Cranberry Wine room is a must-experience. Named for its rich, warm tones, this room exudes sophistication and charm. The antique furnishings, paired with luxurious linens, create an atmosphere of timeless grace.

This room is ideal for couples celebrating special occasions or solo travelers looking for an indulgent retreat. The Cranberry Wine room also features a private en-suite bathroom, ensuring privacy and convenience during your stay.

Mahogany Rest: Classic Charm Meets Comfort

The Mahogany Rest room captures the essence of the manor’s Victorian heritage. With its mahogany wood accents and vintage-inspired décor, this room feels like a step back in time—without sacrificing modern comforts.

Spacious and inviting, Mahogany Rest offers a king-sized bed, cozy seating area, and a serene view of the property’s lush surroundings. This room is perfect for guests who value both style and relaxation, making it a top choice for longer stays.

Personalized Hospitality

At Mahogany Manor, your experience extends far beyond the comfort of your room. The hosts pride themselves on offering personalized service that makes every guest feel at home. Upon check-in, you'll be greeted with warm smiles. You'll get tips on local attractions, plus a delicious, fresh breakfast each morning.

Breakfast at Mahogany Manor is a culinary delight, featuring locally sourced ingredients and seasonal flavors. Whether you prefer a hearty meal or lighter fare, the offerings are sure to please every palate.

Explore the Surroundings

The prime location of Mahogany Manor makes it an excellent base for exploring Saint John and the greater New Brunswick area. Just steps from the manor is Saint John's historic uptown district. It has charming shops, vibrant restaurants, and bustling markets. Don’t miss the renowned Saint John City Market, the oldest continuously operating farmers’ market in Canada.

Nature enthusiasts will appreciate the proximity to stunning outdoor attractions, such as Reversing Falls Rapids and Irving Nature Park. After a day of adventure, returning to the comfort of Mahogany Manor feels like coming home.

Why Choose Mahogany Manor?

For a trip to New Brunswick, choose Mahogany Manor B&B. It will make your stay as memorable as the destination. Here’s what sets this property apart:

Authentic Victorian Charm: Immerse yourself in the elegance of a bygone era, complemented by modern amenities.

Distinctive Rooms: Each room is thoughtfully designed to offer a unique experience tailored to different tastes.

Exceptional Hospitality: The hosts excel at making your stay special. Their personal touch beats that of larger hotels.

Prime Location: Situated in the heart of Saint John, the manor provides easy access to local attractions and activities.

Peaceful Ambiance: Enjoy the serenity of the property’s gardens and the comfort of its well-appointed rooms.

Plan Your Stay Today

Mahogany Manor Bed and Breakfast guarantees an unforgettable stay. It's perfect for a romantic getaway, a solo retreat, or a family vacation in New Brunswick. Explore the unique rooms, soak in the historic charm, and savor the warm hospitality that sets this property apart.

To learn more or book your stay, visit the www.mmanor.ca website. Let Mahogany Manor be your home away from home as you discover the beauty and charm of New Brunswick.

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Discover the Historic Charm and Modern Comforts of the Exchange Hotel Greenbushes

Located in the heart of Greenbushes, the Exchange Hotel Greenbushes is a standout destination for visitors seeking a blend of historical charm and modern amenities. Known for its welcoming atmosphere and rich local heritage, the hotel offers travelers a unique experience rooted in the region’s mining history while providing contemporary comforts. Whether you're here to explore the natural beauty surrounding Greenbushes or simply want a peaceful retreat, the Exchange Hotel Greenbushes is the perfect base for your stay.

A Historic Gem in Greenbushes

The story of the Exchange Hotel Greenbushes dates back to the early mining days, when the town was a hub of tin and mineral mining. As one of the area’s oldest establishments, the hotel has retained its original architecture and character, allowing guests to feel like they’re stepping back in time. Vintage photos and period decor are found throughout, providing a glimpse into the town's vibrant past. Guests often comment on the charming atmosphere, enhanced by well-preserved details and a genuine dedication to history.

Comfortable Accommodations with Modern Amenities

While the hotel preserves its historical ambiance, it offers a range of comfortable accommodations equipped with all the modern amenities you would expect. Each room is designed with comfort in mind, featuring cozy furnishings, air conditioning, and modern en-suite bathrooms. Guests can enjoy high-speed Wi-Fi, flat-screen TVs, and convenient room services. The blend of historic charm with contemporary amenities ensures a unique stay that suits both leisure and business travelers.

Delightful Dining Experience

The Exchange Hotel Greenbushes is also known for its excellent dining options. The on-site restaurant offers a menu of classic pub favorites, including locally sourced ingredients and seasonal dishes that highlight the flavors of the region. The relaxed dining atmosphere is ideal for family meals, casual lunches, or dinner with friends. Don’t miss the chef’s specialties and the fresh seafood options, which are always a hit among guests. Additionally, the bar area offers a fine selection of local wines, craft beers, and spirits for those looking to unwind after a day of exploration.

Events and Functions

For those planning a special event, the hotel offers a versatile event space ideal for private gatherings, weddings, and corporate functions. With its historic ambiance and professional service, the venue provides a memorable backdrop for any occasion. The staff at the Exchange Hotel Greenbushes are dedicated to making each event a success, offering customized catering options and assistance with every detail to ensure a seamless experience.

Exploring Greenbushes and Its Surroundings

Greenbushes is known for its picturesque scenery and outdoor activities. Visitors can explore the nearby walking trails, enjoy birdwatching, or take a scenic drive through the surrounding countryside. The Greenbushes Loop Walk is particularly popular, offering breathtaking views and an immersive experience in the natural landscape. Those interested in local history can visit the Greenbushes Discovery Centre, which provides fascinating exhibits about the area’s mining heritage and ecological significance. Staying at the Exchange Hotel Greenbushes puts you in an ideal location to explore everything this charming town has to offer.

Exceptional Service and Local Hospitality

One of the highlights of staying at the Exchange Hotel Greenbushes is the exceptional service provided by the dedicated staff. Known for their warmth and professionalism, the team goes above and beyond to ensure every guest feels at home. The hotel staff can provide local tips and recommendations, helping visitors make the most of their time in Greenbushes. From arranging day trips to suggesting local dining spots, they are always ready to assist.

A Perfect Retreat for Every Traveler

Whether you’re visiting for a family getaway, a romantic retreat, or a business trip, the Exchange Hotel Greenbushes provides a welcoming and comfortable environment that caters to all types of travelers. The hotel’s unique blend of historical charm, comfortable accommodations, and convenient amenities makes it a standout choice in Greenbushes.

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Environmental Initiatives in Modesto: Promoting Sustainability

Introduction

Modesto, California is a city that is committed to promoting sustainability and protecting the environment. With a wide range of environmental initiatives in place, Modesto has become a leader in green living and eco-consciousness. From promoting renewable energy sources to implementing recycling programs, Modesto Fence installation is dedicated to creating a sustainable future for its residents and visitors. In this article, we will explore the various environmental initiatives in Modesto and how they are contributing to the city's overall sustainability goals.

Top Attractions in Modesto, CA

Modesto, CA is known for its rich history and vibrant culture. Visitors to the city can explore a variety of attractions that showcase the beauty and charm of this Central Valley gem. Some of the top attractions in Modesto include:

McHenry Mansion: This historic Victorian mansion offers guided tours that provide insight into Modesto's past. Gallo Center for the Arts: A state-of-the-art performing arts center that hosts a wide range of productions throughout the year. Vintage Faire Mall: A popular shopping destination with a variety of stores and restaurants. Great Valley Museum: Located on the campus of Modesto Junior College, this museum showcases the region's natural history. Dry Creek Trail: A scenic walking trail that winds through beautiful parks and neighborhoods. The History of Modesto, CA

Modesto has a rich history dating back to its founding in 1870. Originally established as a railroad town, Modesto quickly grew into an agricultural hub due to its fertile soil and favorable climate. The city was named after William C. Ralston's modesty and his wife's modesty in dress.

Best Restaurants in Modesto

Modesto is home to a vibrant food scene with an array of restaurants offering diverse cuisines. Whether you're craving Italian, Mexican, or Asian cuisine, there is something for everyone. Some of the best restaurants in Modesto include:

The Dining Room at The Creek: A fine dining establishment known for its farm-to-table menu. Camp 4 Wine Cafe: A cozy cafe offering delicious food and an extensive wine list. Harvest Moon Restaurant: This family-owned restaurant specializes in American comfort food with a twist. Surla's: A popular spot for Asian fusion cuisine with a focus on fresh, local ingredients. The Twisted Pig Bar & Grill: Known for its mouthwatering BBQ and craft beer selection. Modesto: A Guide to Local Parks

Modesto is blessed with an abundance of parks and green spaces, making it a perfect city for outdoor enthusiasts. Whether you're looking to go for a leisurely walk, have a picnic with friends, or play sports, Modesto has a park that will suit your needs. Some of the must-visit parks in Modesto include:

Graceada Park: This park features beautiful tree-lined paths, playgrounds, and picnic areas. Dry Creek Regional Park: With over 150 acres of open space, this park offers hiking trails and opportunities for wildlife viewing. Legion Park: Located along the Tuolumne River, this park is a popular spot for fishing and boating. Beyer Community Park: This park offers a range of amenities including sports fields, playgrounds, and a skate park. John Thurman Field Sports Complex: Home to the Modesto Nuts baseball tea

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Uncovering the Best Nightlife Hotspots in Charleston, SC Shop Local Charleston, SC Businesses [ad_1] Charleston, South Carolina is known for its rich history, beautiful architecture, and delicious food. However, what many visitors may not realize is that Charleston also has a vibrant and exciting nightlife scene. From lively bars and clubs to intimate speakeasies and rooftop lounges, there is something for everyone looking to experience the city after dark. In this article, we will uncover some of the best nightlife hotspots in Charleston, SC. The Cocktail Club Tucked away on King Street, The Cocktail Club is a stylish and sophisticated spot for cocktail enthusiasts. The menu features a wide selection of handcrafted cocktails made with fresh ingredients and house-made syrups. The cozy atmosphere and knowledgeable bartenders make it the perfect place to unwind after a long day of exploring the city. Stars Rooftop Bar & Grill For stunning views of Charleston Harbor and a laid-back atmosphere, look no further than Stars Rooftop Bar & Grill. Located in the heart of the Historic District, this rooftop bar offers delicious cocktails, tasty bites, and live music on select nights. Whether you're looking for a place to watch the sunset or dance the night away, Stars has it all. The Commodore If you're in the mood for a speakeasy-style experience, head to The Commodore on Meeting Street. This hidden gem is known for its creative cocktails, retro ambiance, and live music performances. The dimly lit space and vintage décor transport guests back in time, making it a must-visit for those looking for a unique nightlife experience in Charleston. The Royal American For a more relaxed and casual night out, check out The Royal American in the North Central neighborhood. This dive bar features a large outdoor patio, tasty bar food, and a rotating selection of local beers on tap. The laid-back atmosphere and friendly staff make it a popular spot for locals and tourists alike. Pour Taproom If you're a craft beer enthusiast, Pour Taproom on East Bay Street is the place for you. This self-serve beer bar offers over 70 taps of local and regional beers, ciders, and wines. Guests can pour their own drinks and pay by the ounce, allowing for a fun and interactive drinking experience. Pour Taproom also has a spacious outdoor patio and regular events like trivia nights and live music. Conclusion Charleston, SC may be known for its historic charm and Southern hospitality, but its nightlife scene is not to be overlooked. From swanky rooftop bars and speakeasies to laid-back dive bars and craft beer spots, there is something for every taste and preference. Next time you find yourself in Charleston, be sure to explore the city after dark and uncover the best nightlife hotspots it has to offer. [ad_2] EXPLORE MORE: Nightlife in Charleston SC Best: Places to eat in Charleston SC FIND: Things to do in Charleston SC CHARLESTON BUSINESS OWNERS: Get a Free Business Profile FIND BUSINESSES: Charleston Business Directory BE SEEN: Advertise Your Business Here #NIGHTLIFE

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Uncovering the Best Nightlife Hotspots in Charleston, SC Shop Local Charleston, SC Businesses [ad_1] Charleston, South Carolina is known for its rich history, beautiful architecture, and delicious food. However, what many visitors may not realize is that Charleston also has a vibrant and exciting nightlife scene. From lively bars and clubs to intimate speakeasies and rooftop lounges, there is something for everyone looking to experience the city after dark. In this article, we will uncover some of the best nightlife hotspots in Charleston, SC. The Cocktail Club Tucked away on King Street, The Cocktail Club is a stylish and sophisticated spot for cocktail enthusiasts. The menu features a wide selection of handcrafted cocktails made with fresh ingredients and house-made syrups. The cozy atmosphere and knowledgeable bartenders make it the perfect place to unwind after a long day of exploring the city. Stars Rooftop Bar & Grill For stunning views of Charleston Harbor and a laid-back atmosphere, look no further than Stars Rooftop Bar & Grill. Located in the heart of the Historic District, this rooftop bar offers delicious cocktails, tasty bites, and live music on select nights. Whether you're looking for a place to watch the sunset or dance the night away, Stars has it all. The Commodore If you're in the mood for a speakeasy-style experience, head to The Commodore on Meeting Street. This hidden gem is known for its creative cocktails, retro ambiance, and live music performances. The dimly lit space and vintage décor transport guests back in time, making it a must-visit for those looking for a unique nightlife experience in Charleston. The Royal American For a more relaxed and casual night out, check out The Royal American in the North Central neighborhood. This dive bar features a large outdoor patio, tasty bar food, and a rotating selection of local beers on tap. The laid-back atmosphere and friendly staff make it a popular spot for locals and tourists alike. Pour Taproom If you're a craft beer enthusiast, Pour Taproom on East Bay Street is the place for you. This self-serve beer bar offers over 70 taps of local and regional beers, ciders, and wines. Guests can pour their own drinks and pay by the ounce, allowing for a fun and interactive drinking experience. Pour Taproom also has a spacious outdoor patio and regular events like trivia nights and live music. Conclusion Charleston, SC may be known for its historic charm and Southern hospitality, but its nightlife scene is not to be overlooked. From swanky rooftop bars and speakeasies to laid-back dive bars and craft beer spots, there is something for every taste and preference. Next time you find yourself in Charleston, be sure to explore the city after dark and uncover the best nightlife hotspots it has to offer. [ad_2] EXPLORE MORE: Nightlife in Charleston SC Best: Places to eat in Charleston SC FIND: Things to do in Charleston SC CHARLESTON BUSINESS OWNERS: Get a Free Business Profile FIND BUSINESSES: Charleston Business Directory BE SEEN: Advertise Your Business Here #NIGHTLIFE

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Experience Unique Vibes and Delicious Food at Royal Star

Located in the heart of London, Royal Star offers a unique dining and social experience with its eclectic decor, delightful food, and exceptional service. Known for its draught beers, craft beers, cocktails, and a variety of delicious dishes, Royal Star is the perfect destination for a casual night out, a gathering with friends, or a special celebration. Whether you’re looking to enjoy a relaxing evening or a lively atmosphere, Royal Star has something to offer everyone.

As you step into Royal Star, you are greeted by a distinctive ambiance created by the exposed brick walls and junkstore decor. The pub’s interior features a blend of vintage and contemporary elements, comfortable seating, and a lively atmosphere that makes you feel right at home. The friendly staff are always ready to welcome you with a smile and ensure that your visit is enjoyable from start to finish.

The menu at Royal Star is a celebration of classic pub fare with a modern twist. Each dish is crafted with care and attention to detail, ensuring a dining experience that is both flavorful and satisfying. From gourmet burgers to mouthwatering pizzas, the menu offers something for everyone.

One of the highlights of the menu is the selection of gourmet burgers. The Royal Star Burger, featuring a juicy beef patty topped with melted cheese, crispy bacon, lettuce, tomato, and the pub’s special sauce, is a favorite among diners. For those looking for something a bit more adventurous, the Spicy Chicken Burger, loaded with a tender chicken breast, spicy sauce, and fresh vegetables, offers a delicious and satisfying option.

Pizza lovers will also find plenty to enjoy at Royal Star. The hand-stretched and wood-oven-baked sourdough pizzas are made with the freshest ingredients and a variety of toppings. The Margherita pizza, topped with fresh tomato sauce, mozzarella cheese, and basil, is a classic favorite. The Pepperoni pizza, loaded with spicy pepperoni and melted cheese, provides a flavorful and satisfying option.

In addition to their delicious food, Royal Star offers an extensive beverage menu that includes a selection of draught beers, craft beers, cocktails, wines, and spirits. The beer list features both local and international brews, offering something for every beer enthusiast. The cocktail menu includes both classic and innovative creations, such as the refreshing Mojito, made with fresh mint, lime, and rum, and the Royal Star special, a unique blend of flavors that perfectly complements the menu’s offerings.

One of the standout features of Royal Star is its beautiful back beer garden. This outdoor space provides a perfect setting for enjoying a drink and a meal in the open air. The garden’s relaxed and inviting atmosphere makes it an ideal spot for socializing with friends or unwinding after a long day.

The staff at Royal Star are known for their exceptional hospitality and attentive service. They take the time to understand your preferences and ensure that your order is prepared to your specifications. Their dedication to providing excellent service and their passion for creating a welcoming atmosphere shine through in every interaction.

Royal Star is also an ideal venue for special events and celebrations. Whether you’re planning a birthday party, anniversary celebration, or any other special occasion, the pub’s team will work with you to create a customized menu and a memorable experience for you and your guests. The unique decor and lively atmosphere make Royal Star the perfect place to celebrate with family and friends.

For those who prefer to enjoy their meal at home, Royal Star offers convenient takeout and delivery options. Their expertly prepared dishes and signature cocktails can be enjoyed in the comfort of your own home, bringing the delightful flavors of Royal Star right to your doorstep.

Royal Star is more than just a pub; it’s a destination where you can experience the true essence of London’s vibrant dining and social scene. With its delicious food, inviting atmosphere, and exceptional service, Royal Star promises a dining experience that is both satisfying and unforgettable.

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Unwind in Style at the Royal Star Pub in London

Situated in the heart of London, the Royal Star Pub offers a unique and charming experience for those looking to enjoy delicious food, refreshing drinks, and a lively atmosphere. Known for its eclectic decor, welcoming ambiance, and exceptional service, the Royal Star is the perfect destination for a casual hangout, a hearty meal, or a fun night out with friends.

As you step into the Royal Star, you are greeted by the pub’s distinctive interior. The exposed brick walls, vintage furnishings, and quirky decor elements create a cozy and inviting atmosphere. The pub’s layout is designed to accommodate various social settings, whether you’re looking for a quiet corner to relax with a book or a lively space to catch up with friends. The beautiful back beer garden offers a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of city life, making it a favorite spot for patrons during the warmer months.

The menu at the Royal Star is a delightful mix of classic pub fare and modern culinary creations. Each dish is made with fresh, high-quality ingredients, ensuring a delicious and satisfying meal. From juicy burgers to gourmet pizzas, the menu caters to all tastes and preferences.

One of the standout items on the menu is the Royal Star Burger. This mouthwatering burger features a juicy beef patty topped with melted cheese, crispy bacon, lettuce, tomato, and the pub’s special sauce, all served on a toasted brioche bun. For those looking for a lighter option, the grilled chicken salad, made with fresh greens, tender grilled chicken, and a tangy vinaigrette, offers a healthy and flavorful choice.

Pizza lovers will delight in the selection of hand-stretched, wood-fired pizzas. The Margherita pizza, topped with fresh tomato sauce, mozzarella cheese, and basil, is a classic favorite. The BBQ Chicken pizza, featuring tender chicken, smoky barbecue sauce, and red onions, offers a delicious twist on a traditional favorite. Each pizza is made with a perfect blend of toppings and baked to perfection, ensuring a crispy and flavorful crust.

In addition to their delicious food, the Royal Star offers an extensive drink menu that includes a variety of draught beers, craft beers, wines, and signature cocktails. The pub’s knowledgeable bartenders are always on hand to recommend the perfect drink to complement your meal or to create a custom cocktail tailored to your tastes. The extensive selection of beers includes both local and international brews, ensuring that there is something to suit every palate.

The Royal Star is also known for its vibrant social scene. The pub regularly hosts live music performances, quiz nights, and other special events, creating a lively and enjoyable atmosphere for patrons. Whether you’re enjoying a quiet drink with friends or dancing the night away to live music, the Royal Star offers something for everyone.

The staff at the Royal Star are known for their exceptional hospitality and attentive service. They take the time to understand your preferences and ensure that your visit is enjoyable from start to finish. Their dedication to providing excellent service and their passion for creating a welcoming atmosphere shine through in every interaction.

For those looking to enjoy the Royal Star experience at home, the pub offers convenient takeout and delivery options. Their expertly prepared dishes and refreshing drinks can be enjoyed in the comfort of your own home, bringing the lively atmosphere of the Royal Star right to your doorstep.

The Royal Star is more than just a pub; it’s a destination where you can unwind, socialize, and enjoy the best of what London has to offer. With its delicious food, inviting atmosphere, and exceptional service, the Royal Star promises a dining and social experience that is both satisfying and memorable.

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How Can You Experience Adelaide's Best Food and Wine?

Adelaide, the capital city of South Australia, is renowned for its vibrant food and wine culture. With a diverse culinary scene and world-class vineyards, there are countless opportunities to indulge in gourmet experiences. This article will guide you through the best ways to experience Adelaide's food and wine offerings.

1. Explore Adelaide Central Market

Adelaide Central Market is a food lover’s paradise and a must-visit destination for anyone wanting to experience the best of the city’s food culture. Here’s how to make the most of your visit:

Fresh Produce: The market is home to over 70 traders offering fresh produce, including fruits, vegetables, meats, seafood, and cheeses. It’s an excellent place to sample local ingredients and discover seasonal specialties.

Gourmet Foods: Apart from fresh produce, the market boasts a wide range of gourmet foods such as artisanal breads, pastries, chocolates, and international delicacies. Don’t miss trying out the famous Adelaide Hills cheeses and Barossa Valley smallgoods.

Food Tours: Join a guided food tour to learn about the market’s history and discover the best stalls. Tours often include tastings, providing an excellent opportunity to sample a variety of products.

Cafés and Eateries: The market has numerous cafés and eateries where you can enjoy freshly prepared meals. Whether it’s a hearty breakfast, a light lunch, or a decadent dessert, there’s something to satisfy every palate.

By exploring Adelaide Central Market, you can immerse yourself in the local food scene and enjoy some of the finest produce South Australia has to offer.

2. Visit Renowned Wineries in Barossa Valley

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The Barossa Valley, located just an hour’s drive from Adelaide, is one of Australia’s most famous wine regions. Here’s how to experience the best of Barossa Valley’s wine offerings:

Wine Tasting: Visit the numerous wineries and cellar doors in the region to sample a wide range of wines. The Barossa is particularly known for its Shiraz, but you’ll also find excellent Rieslings, Grenaches, and other varietals.

Winery Tours: Many wineries offer guided tours that provide insights into the winemaking process. Learn about vineyard management, wine production, and the unique characteristics of Barossa wines.

Wine and Food Pairing: Some wineries offer wine and food pairing experiences, where you can enjoy gourmet meals paired with the perfect wines. These experiences highlight the region’s culinary talents and enhance the wine-tasting experience.

Events and Festivals: The Barossa Valley hosts numerous events and festivals throughout the year, such as the Barossa Vintage Festival and Barossa Gourmet Weekend. These events celebrate the region’s wine and food culture with tastings, workshops, and entertainment.

A visit to the Barossa Valley allows you to indulge in world-class wines and enjoy the beautiful landscapes of one of Australia’s premier wine regions.

3. Dine at Adelaide’s Top Restaurants

Adelaide boasts a dynamic restaurant scene, with options ranging from fine dining establishments to casual eateries. Here are some of the best dining experiences you can have in the city:

Fine Dining: For an upscale dining experience, visit some of Adelaide’s top-rated restaurants like Orana, Magill Estate Restaurant, and Shōbōsho. These restaurants offer innovative menus featuring local and seasonal ingredients, often with a focus on modern Australian cuisine.

Casual Dining: If you’re looking for a more relaxed atmosphere, try popular casual dining spots like Africola, Peel Street, and Bread & Bone. These venues offer delicious, high-quality food in a laid-back setting.

Multicultural Cuisine: Adelaide’s diverse population is reflected in its food scene, with a variety of international cuisines available. Explore the flavors of Italy at Osteria Oggi, Japan at Sushi Train, and Greece at Estia.

Street Food and Markets: For a more informal dining experience, visit street food markets like the Adelaide Night Market and Fork on the Road. These events feature food trucks and stalls offering a wide range of delicious, affordable options.

Dining at Adelaide’s top restaurants allows you to experience the city’s culinary creativity and enjoy meals prepared by some of Australia’s best chefs.

4. Discover McLaren Vale’s Wine and Dine Experiences

McLaren Vale, another renowned wine region close to Adelaide, offers a blend of exceptional wines and gourmet food experiences. Here’s how to make the most of your visit to McLaren Vale:

Boutique Wineries: McLaren Vale is home to numerous boutique wineries that offer intimate and personalized tasting experiences. Try wines from producers like d’Arenberg, Wirra Wirra, and Coriole Vineyards.

Wine and Food Pairing: Enjoy wine and food pairing experiences at wineries that have their own restaurants. d’Arenberg’s Cube and Maxwell Wines are known for their innovative pairings and exceptional dining options.

Regional Produce: McLaren Vale is also famous for its regional produce, including olives, almonds, and cheeses. Visit local markets and farm shops to sample and purchase these products.

Scenic Dining: Many wineries and restaurants in McLaren Vale offer scenic views of the vineyards and surrounding countryside. Enjoy a meal at places like The Salopian Inn or Star of Greece, where you can dine with a view.

A trip to McLaren Vale provides a delightful combination of wine tasting and gourmet dining in a picturesque setting.

5. Participate in Food and Wine Festivals

Adelaide hosts a variety of food and wine festivals throughout the year, offering unique opportunities to experience the best of the region’s culinary delights. Here are some festivals you shouldn’t miss:

Tasting Australia: This annual festival showcases South Australia’s food and wine culture with events ranging from cooking classes and chef demonstrations to long table dinners and wine tastings. It’s a great way to experience the best of Adelaide’s culinary scene.

Adelaide Food Fringe: A celebration of diverse food cultures, this festival features a wide range of events, including pop-up restaurants, food trucks, and community feasts. It’s a vibrant showcase of Adelaide’s multicultural food offerings.

Crush Festival: Held in the Adelaide Hills, the Crush Festival is a summer celebration of wine, food, and music. Enjoy wine tastings, gourmet food, and live entertainment in a beautiful setting.

Sea and Vines Festival: This McLaren Vale event celebrates the region’s food and wine with a weekend of tastings, lunches, and parties. It’s a fun and festive way to experience McLaren Vale’s offerings.

Participating in these festivals allows you to immerse yourself in Adelaide’s food and wine culture, meet local producers, and enjoy a variety of culinary experiences.

Conclusion

Adelaide offers a rich tapestry of food and wine experiences that cater to all tastes and preferences. Whether you’re exploring the bustling Adelaide Central Market, tasting wines in the Barossa Valley and McLaren Vale, dining at top restaurants, or participating in vibrant festivals, there are countless ways to indulge in the city’s culinary delights. By following these strategies, you can make the most of your time in Adelaide and savor some of the best food and wine Australia has to offer.z

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Providence // 6-20-2023

This is my favorite restaurant in LA, and quite possibly my favorite restaurant to revisit. As such, I will spare you the prose, and leave with you the visual story, indulged as part two of an unbelievably thoughtful present commemorating my graduation.

Ambiance:

Providence is an understated, yet richly luxurious dining experience. You will not find mahogany. The space is a modern LA bungalow, easily missed if not for a subtle entryway around the block from valet. While the team will be dressed Formal you can expect diners ranging from elegance to leisurewear, yet no ones experience is dampened in the slightest as the service gives the space and ease to match the diners' energy.

They recently reopened after a refresh that just as much gives "modern art aquarium" as it does "Incredibles-Metal-Balloon-Escape-Sequence," and yet it incredibly works, and avoids the easily overtly-brutalist concrete box feeling.

Teal velvet cradles the diners back with a marine respite from the minimalist tones. The lighting is not the easiest on people's faces for photography, but absolutely perfect for filtering the room.

Supplements:

They have wine pairings, A5, and truffle options.

We opted to skip the truffle, mainly due to a personal sense that truffle is frankly overused in fine dining. I should say, it has been over-represented to my palette. Certainly, this is because if you like truffle, you Like truffle—and want to indulge.

My feelings on it is that truffles are very much like Thor — he works best as a character that is sprinkled into his movies, timed right for maximum impact (Ragnarok was certainly a Hela movie). Too much, and it becomes overwhelming. I want movies featuring Thor, and dishes featuring truffle.

All too often you get All Truffle and then it overpowers the dish it is showcased in. I have had one too many Truffle-featuring pastas that obliterated the other flavors.

Pre-Seating Mocktail: my favorite, cranberry mint bubbly

Amuse Bouche: miscellaneous delicious things

I'm going to defer to my post on Jeune et Jolie // 3-30-2024 for my thoughts on fine dining's obsession withthe casual-snack-but-gourmet opener, but 'cheez it' aside the meal kicked off with art at no less a standard that I've come to know and love. The honeycombing, the perfect petals, and the unironically-delivered spritz of flavor a la vintage perfume bottle are all you need to see to know what kind of evening you are in for.

Course 1: One Potato, Two Potato

"golden kaluga caviar, garden herbs"

Resisting harping on the eternal Alina callback, this was respite; we were permitted to enjoy however we liked, and it was delicious.

Course 2: Shima Aji*

"armenian cucumber, basil from our garden"

My dining companion reports this was delicious. I however, was not in the mood to flirt with mortal peril, and thus was met mysteriously by a large pan of crystals that would soon be revealed to be incredibly hot salt in which fresh prawns were currently being cooked (though I pray, not alive).

While I don't love eating a thing while its face looks up at me (a commonality, I suspect, with my pescatarian colleague), I accept this meta commentary of my role in the food chain as a small price for the wild luxury of having a man in suit prepare a special dish tableside.

Course 3: Uni

"white asparagus, salted egg yolk"

I hate uni. It always feels like a human tongue. I liked this uni.

Course 3.5: Bread Course

Ah, red fife sourdough. Where would we be without a mission-driven carbohydrate resurrected through love and investment in local grains.

Course 4: Halibut

"clam bouillon, grilled fava bean"

Providence is known for their seafood and not one plate let us down. I particularly loved the diningware, which thankfully was heavy in the use of Actual Plates and also came with utensil holders that tickled our table. I love the design choices here - rather than Pollack with sauces, the food is served clean, while decorative elements baked into stone look painted with the ocean itself.

Course 5: Santa Barbara Vermilion Rockfish

"morel, sorrel, miner's lettuce"

Crisp. Light. No notes.

Course 6: A5 Wagyu

"charred eggplant, spring garlic confit, jus de boeuf"

I stand by the controversial opinion that the best* wagyu I have ever had was at Providence, a seafood restaurant of all places. This remains true even with 2023. Unlike many places who make wagyu a hyperbole, mixed into ground meats or flavored into nothing, the chefs here take care to allow the standout sear to remain the star, served with merely accents in a constellation of flavors. My far my favorite part of the meal despite not a single poor serving preceding it.

*best tied with the larger portion I ordered at Cut Beverly Hills, where my server, coincidentally a former Providence host, informed me that they curate the same cut of beef from the exact same supplier

Course 7: Desserts

peach, almond, shiso was served with house-made hawaiian dark chocolate (coconut, indonesian long pepper) and I'd elected for a light tea as we made our way through the additional plate of petit-fours. The artistry in the chocolate course was magnificent, and I counted at least five preparations in that one plate alone.

Overall Impression:

I have no hesitation; this is my favorite LA restaurant. I come anytime I can. I suggest you do too, even if you are not at heart a seafood lover.

I cannot be grateful enough for the magical evenings I have been blessed to enjoy.