Heather feels her eponymous bar is more suited to the Veronicas of the world than the titular trio of popular bitches from the movie of the same name. This local spot was established for and by an arty clique that hangs in the East Village, proving not all working artists have fled to the outer boroughs. After months of labor and with renovation help from resourceful friends, the bar just opened quietly to the public. In its previous life, the venue was Brownies’ infamous after-hours bar; and although the illicit activities that trademarked the old joint are gone, a hint of the mystery remains behind a pair of unmarked black doors. Heathers achieves a sociable high school atmosphere with cafeteria-style tables and benches, shop-room metal stools, and white tiled columns. You can indulge some teenage angst by tagging temporary graffiti in the chalkboard-walled bathroom or carving your initials permanently into the non-precious particleboard bar. Drinks are no frills and affordable: $5 for a bottle of beer, $7 to $8 for your favorite cocktail, and $6 for a quality glass of wine. And instead of a coterie of mean girls, you’ll find nice bartenders, cool kids, and maybe even a Veronica.