Prideview NYC

Who: Sarah Connor and Mick St. John
When: Tonight
Where: Middle of New York somewhere
What: Looking for John
Warnings: Doubtful. Except for maybe language

Sarah had headed to the address that Mick had given her, though she wasn't quite sure that she should be trusting this guy to find John. But well, she wouldn't be telling him anything until she proved that he wasn't a huge fucking robot. At least this way, if he saw her and attacked, she'd know right away.

When she got there, she waited, leaning up against a mailbox and her hand at her back, against her gun and she waited. This was probably a bad idea. At least she hadn't jumped times again. That would seriously suck.

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.