Black Rose was a small bar that eas mostly made out of black bricks. The few windows were stained glass with roses on them. What it was truely named for was the rose bushes out front. The somehow bloomed through the entire year and had true black colored roses instead of the dark purple that you normally see.
Going in the lighting was dim, enough for you to be able to see around. You could feel all eyes lock onto you. The bar was a place where all supernatural came, it was a safe haven that no fighting or killing was allowed.
You smile and nod to the female bar tender, a leopard shapeshifter around her thirties,before looking around for the vampire you were hoping was here.
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