Friday October 31st, 2008, five girls gather in the bedroom of Queen Bee Alison Dilaurentis, each dressed in preparation for what they have long lauded as the greatest party of the year, much to the blonde's chagrin, at Noel Kahn's parents cabin, as hosted by his older brother and apparently going to be filled with kids of their own age, and cool college kids. Each girls costume speaks to their inner character to some extent.
"I mean, she's not wrong though, we aren't hot girls, and guys don't like that."
She says this calmly resigned to that fact.
"We are hot. Alison wouldn't be our friends if we weren't and you know it."
"You think so?"
"I mean, that's not factually correct. We're B-grade to her A, we're pretty, she's hot. Don't you remember what her and Eisa did to that girl that one guy once said was prettier than Alison. In seventh grade. They made her life so miserable she moved within three months... to Kentucky."
Kentucky, the way she says it, sounds like the most miserable place on Earth.
Ariel laughs. "Kentucky. Oh, god, I'd rather die."
"It can't be that bad. People do live there. I guess in misery if nothing else."
Spencer giggles at her friend. "Very true. But my point is, it's better to be insulted by her than her be threatened by us."
"I guess... being her friend is better than the alternative."
"I think she needs us. And... I don't wanna go back to the way it was before."
Fear. Fear and horror.
"God no, agreed."
"We should dance. Enjoy ourselves. Prove to them that we are super hot and worthwhile as friends."
"That sounds like fun. You two can dance and I can flail."
As the three girls wander off to the makeshift dance floor in front of the stage where the band is rocking out, Eisa arrives in the kitchen to find a keg for the simpletons not interested in making the trek through the woods to the good booze.
"Ugh, of course you would Kahn. Hiding the good booze like a nerd. I do not feel like legging it in the dirt."
A very drunk Liam stumbles into the kitchen, falling against the bench and toppling over a pile of red plastic cups. He bursts into laughter and holds tighter to his very expensive bottle of -- something.
She's usually averse to all forms of drunkenness, or even any kinds of attention grabbing behaviour, but on him, God is she tempted to do something phenomenally stupid. But tonight, she's looking to be a little stupid for once. So she walks up to the boy and leans into his space, talking lowly to him alone.
"Hey Liam, what's so funny?"
He smiles up at her and tries to adopted a more suave look.
"Eisa. You're here. Now. With me." He reaches forward and touches her hair. "You're so beautiful, you know that? Like fire."
'Good lord is that the least suave, but most adorable smile she's ever seen in her life. Wait, did he just call her beautiful?'
Thrown totally off guard, she graces him with a pure, true smile.
She actually can't manage a full sentence for the first time in her life, she has lost all ability to flirt.
He shushes her. "You really don't need to talk. Blah blah blah Alison," he slurs his sisters name. "Don't need to hear that. Just you and me. Together."
Her heart is racing, and she's not quite sure why, but for the first time in her life, she say something really weird, and she means it.
And she tugs him upstairs to find an empty room, a gleeful smile on her face.
Liam follows eagerly, bumping into a couple of people on the way up.
The two disappear into an upstairs bedroom.
Meanwhile, a certain blonde leaves the woods to catch up with her friends on the dance floor.
"Hey bitches, miss me?"
"Always." She reaches out to Alison and takes her hands. "The beautiful and talented Alison DiLaurentis. You should show all these losers how great you are. I think they forgot while you were gone."