Prideview NYC

WHO: Carson Beckett and Lisa Cuddy.
WHERE: Lisa's office to start.
WHEN: End of shift.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Started.

It had been a long two weeks. With Allison's death and resurrection, he'd had to cover up a lot. After all, there was no logical explanation for someone coming back from the dead. He knew, deep down, that it shouldn't have disturbed him so much. After all, hadn't he died once, and come back? The Colonel and Dr. McKay had told him so when they'd found him. Plus the Colonel had died only a few months ago and come back. He'd spent years in another galaxy. None of this should have phased him. But it was different when it was his patient, his colleague.

He knew it was harder for Lisa. She wasn't used to this, and Allison was her friend. He checked his watch and handed his charts to the nurse on duty, bidding Ms. Hadley good night and putting on his coat before fixing two coffees, one black the other with two milks. Then he headed to Lisa's office. "Thought you could use this, love," he said with a smile, setting the coffee on her desk.

WHO: Heather Kessler and Mick St. John
WHERE: In front of the apartments, then the opera
WHEN: Tuesday Night
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Complete

She was wearing what she considered to be proper for the opera - a black cocktail dress with a warm shawl over top. Lady Heather was not particularly nervous - she worked with men on a regular basis and was (she liked to think) fairly good at reading exactly what they wanted.

Even if Mick was expecting a real date, she was confident she could let the man down easily. She stepped out onto the street a minute before seven and glanced around briefly before falling back to linger next to the door, arms crossed over her chest. Heather made eye contact with nearly every person, man or woman, who walked by. It was a habit, but it was also a way of subtly asserting her power.

And she did so love her power.

Who: River Tam and Zack Addy
When: the other night when Angela made everyone go dancing with her.
What: Dancing. Yeah that's right
Where: Some club.
Warnings: Doubtful of any but very weird awkwardness.

It was very loud in here, and there were many people talking, as well as the music but it didn't seem to bother River, actually. It looked like possibly the music was drowning out the voices in her head so she could concentrate. Or maybe she just really missed music. That was definitely a possibility. Her clunky boots were back at the apartment, and she was wearing dress shoes, but with a slight heel and mostly a lot of flexibility. People were dispersing through the crowd, getting drinks.

Simon was probably keeping a careful eye on her and her 'date'. A boy had asked her to dance with him, and she'd said yes. Even if he didn't know how to dance. She smiled at Zack slightly, "This doesn't sound like any kind of music I am from," she said trying to keep her voice above the noise so he could hear her.