Prideview NYC

WHO: Peter Petrelli and Lady Heather
WHERE: Impero
WHEN: 9:30 PM, 12/17/08
RATING: R? Will revise if need be
STATUS: Incomplete

( Peter had no idea what he was doing, but this was news how exactly? )

Who: Liir and Lady Heather
What: Dinner
Where: The lobby to...
When: Wednesday evening
Rating: PG

Liir hadn't had anything to dress in, of course, but he did have his training. Of course, the military precision wasn't the helpful part, but the lessons that'd come during his time in the military, the ones he'd learned mostly by watching...

How to step, how to smile, how to wear his hair to thrill the ladies on the pavement. That he put to reasonable use as he had to make the best of, well, an unfortunate situation, at the very least. And she deserved the effort, at least, if she was going to cover his meal for no other reason than finding his answers interesting.

As such, he was there early and slouching attractively, unsure of what might await him.

Who: Lady Heather and Steve Rogers
What: Dinner
Where: Tribeca Grill, Downtown NYC
When: 7-ish tonight
Rating: TBD

It hadn't taken Heather to decide that taking Steve to Tribeca Grill would likely be a safe bet. She picked out a typical outfit that would be verging on 'appropriate' before heading to Steve's apartment, arriving shortly before seven.

She lifted a delicate hand to knock and ... well, waited. Heather was very much aware that she was acting out because Mick had ignored her for months, but the fact was that she was merely having dinner with men -- not sex.

WHO: Mick St. John and Heather Kessler
WHERE: Impero, Heather's Fetish Club
WHEN: Monday evening
RATING: R for violence and bloodshed
STATUS: Complete

( Not for the kiddies )

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: Peter Petrelli and Lady Heather
WHERE: A bar in New York
WHEN: Sunday night
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete

It wasn't an unusual sight to see Heather at a bar. She glanced over the edge of her wine glass and glanced over to the people at the bar. After all, what she did best was observe...and it was blatantly obvious to her from the posture of the younger man that he was upset. She slid smoothly off her stool and walked over, her heels clicking softly on the floor, and moved to sit next to Peter.

"You look," Heather murmured, "Like you could use someone to listen." She supressed the urge to smirk. Or someone to hit, she thought, but you'll have to pay one of my girls for that.

WHO: Heather Kessler and Mal Reynolds
WHERE: The Carnegie Club
WHEN: Thursday evening
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete

Was it out of the ordinary for Heather to invite a complete stranger out for cigars and drinks?

No, it wasn't.

It was slightly out of the ordinary to know that the man had mistaken her for someone else, however. She licked her lips as she settled into the lobby of the apartment complex and folding her hands in her lap so that she could wait patiently.

She was wearing the red dress and carrying the woolen coat she was planning to wear outside on one arm. She had told the man the colour of her dress in order to make it easier for him to recognize her, after all. Heather shifted in her set and tapped the toe of one of her stilettos on the tile of the floor very quietly, waiting for this man (she hadn't asked his name and he hadn't given it to her) to arrive so that they could take the cab to the cigar club.