can you feel the heat?

Pieta let out a laugh at the lawyer’s words, shaking her head playfully. Despite Diana’s words, she had put down the files she’d been reading over. A grin spread across her lips as she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe. But you’re still coming to lunch, so…guess you don’t say no to me then,” Pieta laughed, leaning back against the door she’d closed. 

“Yes ma’am,” Pieta replied mock serious. She and Diana had only been friends for a few months and despite the other woman’s rather reserved demeanour, Pieta liked the woman. She knew though, by now, not to push her new friend too much. She laughed outright then, at her words. “Hey, I do work occasionally. Plus, my father is in town… So,” Pieta exclaimed, rolling her eyes a little. 

“Come on…I’m starving. All that work gave me an appetite,” Pieta said with a laugh, winking playfully.

“Because saying no means nothing to you I’ve learnt. I pick my battles.” Diana raised a brow, quite clearly impressed as she grabbed her blazer to put back on. “Ah, I knew there was a reason for it. You aren’t one to do something you don’t like for no reason.” Slipping her phone in her pocket, she made her way to the door. Her eyes fell back on her work for a brief moment. It felt wrong, leaving when she still had things to do. 

“Alright, alright, let’s go.” Opening the door, she stepped out before locking it behind herself. “If anyone calls or comes by, let them know I’ll be back in an hour at the most.” Tony nodded quickly, shooting his boss a bright smile that overtime, she had come to love. Her attention turned back to the woman next to her. “So, where are you thinking?”

She waited then as Diana spoke to her assistant, sending Tony a playful wink as they passed. She slipped a hand around Diana’s elbow, leading her out of the office. “Well, there’s a nice little Moroccan place I wanted to try. But...if you insist on only being an hour...we can do somewhere quicker?” Pieta suggested, knowing her plan for the afternoon probably wouldn’t come to fruition. Diana was too much of a workaholic.

“I think there’s one of those healthy organic food places not far. We could always give it a try...”

Pieta had, surprisingly, been working all morning. Doing actual, God’s honest, what she was paid for, work. And now, she needed a break. Which was why she was making her way towards the DA’s office, intent on stealing her friend away for an hour at least, the whole afternoon if the fates were willing. 

Grinning, she made her way through the building and towards Diana’s office. She chuckled a little as her secretary looked at her in surprise; the smart pencil skirt and blazer were probably the most sensible anyone had ever seen her in. She waited for a moment, knowing better than to just barge into Diana’s office, for the secretary to nod it was okay. 

“Guess who?” Pieta exclaimed as she pushed the door open. A rhetorical question but Pieta didn’t care. She grinned widely at her friend, letting her eyes travel over her intently as if she hadn’t seen the other woman in years. “So, I’ve come to take you for lunch. And you can’t say no, bebé.”

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Diana often took to pacing when decisions over whether to let a case go to trial or drop the cases, wasn’t a clear cut one. She’d pace and read it out loud, usually that helped.  At least a little. “Mr Richardson claimed not guilty, however-.” Her reading got no further due to the loud interruption of the one and only Pietra Mercado. Most people wouldn’t even dare to do that, in fear of Diana’s wrath. However, the other woman seemed to not think of such things. Even after only a few months of friendship. A friendship that wouldn’t exist if Pietra didn’t work so hard for it.

“I’m actually quite good at saying no, in case you’ve forgotten.” Even as she spoke, she was dumping her files on the table. While she was incredibly wonderful at saying no, Pietra was horrendous at taking such an answer. “Half an hour, that’s all I’m giving you. Some of us actually work.” Her eyes ran over the woman’s professional wear, only now noticing it. “However, it seems like you might have done so. I’m impressed.”

“Yes ma’am,” Pieta replied mock serious. She and Diana had only been friends for a few months and despite the other woman’s rather reserved demeanour, Pieta liked the woman. She knew though, by now, not to push her new friend too much. She laughed outright then, at her words. “Hey, I do work occasionally. Plus, my father is in town... So,” Pieta exclaimed, rolling her eyes a little. 

“Come on...I’m starving. All that work gave me an appetite,” Pieta said with a laugh, winking playfully.

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The walk was a necessary part of her cool down. She’d just been at the gym, still dressed in her work out clothes when a dog and child came barrelling towards her. It was only when she was almost run over that realised the father of both had been chasing after them. 

Pieta couldn’t help but chuckle at the words. Her own daughter had a tendency to just run off, not in anger but in excitement. She knew how worrying and tiring it could be. “It’s okay,” Pieta replied, leaning down to pet the dog’s head, grinning down at the animal. “Seems like the pair of them keep you on your toes,” Pieta said with a laugh, looking between the man, the dog and the child. 

When the male finally caught up to the two, he was glad it wasn’t some creepy person the pair had run-up to. It was New York City after all and Caleb ran into a lot of those. He finally got the dog to sit and the child was just focused on the dog as she always was. He let out a small chuckle and looked up at the woman that was in front of the three. “Oh, always. If one isn’t doing something they aren’t supposed to, the other one is.” He laughed once again and stuck his other hand in his pocket. “The dog is usually chill in public, though. The other, not so much. So many things to see and touch, you know?”

A laugh escaped her then, when the other woman turned towards her to speak. Pieta grinned into her drink, shaking her head as she made her way over to the other brunette. “What’re you drinking then?” Pieta asked confidently, smirking widely. “And I’m sorry for staring,” Pieta continued, leaning in a little. “You looked familiar, I thought you were someone else,” she admitted with a shrug of a shoulder. 

She extended a hand to shake. “Pieta. You are?”

Pieta couldn’t help but chuckle at the words. Her own daughter had a tendency to just run off, not in anger but in excitement. She knew how worrying and tiring it could be. “It’s okay,” Pieta replied, leaning down to pet the dog’s head, grinning down at the animal. “Seems like the pair of them keep you on your toes,” Pieta said with a laugh, looking between the man, the dog and the child. 

( LANA PARRILLA + FEMALE ) —  Have you seen PIETA MERCADO ? This FORTY TWO years old is a SOCIALITE & HEIRESS who resides in MANHATTEN. SHE has been living in NYC for SEVEN YEARS, and is known to be CAREFREE and HEDONISTIC, but can also be IMPULSIVE and FIERY, if you cross them.  People tend to associate them with OLD LEATHER JACKET and WHISKEY SHOTS 

Pieta wasn’t even sure why she was here, attending a wedding of people she couldn’t quite stand. But the bride was a friend of her sisters and well, it seemed impolite to decline. At least it was an open bar, not that she’d ever been wanting for money, but alcohol certainly soothed the awkward edges of her attendance.

She was sat enjoying her drink and her food when a person sat down beside, catching her attention. His words had her snorting a little, turning her head to glance over at the man. “How about the groom’s boyfriend, if we’re going to be scandalous?” She replied with a teasing lilt to her voice, settling back in her chair. She shook her head. “A reality camera crew is all we need at a wedding like this,” she scoffed, brows furrowing, though she was definitely amused.

“I take it you don’t know the couple very well?” Pieta ventured, sipping her drink as she regarded the man. She was very sure she’d never met him before and wondered how he knew the now married couple they were both there ‘celebrating’.

“Nah, trust me. If I actually knew any of these crazy people, I would’ve talked them out of it a long time ago.” He unwrapped one of the linens that contained (a few too many pieces of) silverware, and then made it a point to skewer some of the entree on his fork. “I’m here… for the food.” Carver grinned at the stranger, before he looked away to nod to the newlyweds currently making their rounds. “One of their friends invited me. I don’t remember if she’s friends with the bride or the groom.” Okay, now he was being purposely flippant towards them.

“What about you? I noticed a ‘we’ in your statement,” the director mentioned, curious to meet anyone who had a connection to either family. “Did you mean that as in you know the happy couple personally, or as in: ‘the last thing we, anyone with big money constantly avoiding the paparazzi, need is even more cameras in our faces’? I’m in agreement either way.” 

His next words had her laughing, though a slight grimace found her features. Her head wiggled a little, as she reached for her drink, taking a long sip and placing it back down again. “Would it sound too pretentious if I said...a little bit of both?” She asked, laughing lightly. She pointed then, towards her sister. “See the maid of honor? My little sister. And, though we aren’t exactly paparazzi bound, we do have...what did you call it?” Pieta mused, glancing over at him with a raised eyebrow and amusement on her features. “Big money.”

“What about you? Big money or paparazzi fodder?” 

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She was lost in her own world, walking between her daughters school and her office when she felt a hand grip onto her forearm. Her brows furrowed and she jerked away automatically. Until of course she registered it was a woman that had seemingly just stumbled. Looking her over, Pieta couldn’t help but wonder if the blonde was drunk or hungover. 

A little laugh escaped her, shaking her head at the woman’s words. “Yeah, thank God. Are you okay?” She asked, letting her eyes drift over the other woman curiously. “Wouldn’t want you crying and all. What did you even trip over?” She asked curiously.