Eisa sits on the couch inside the Hastings' barn on the night of Labor Day, 2009, beside her is Emily Fields, the kind, sporty one, on her other side is Spencer Hastings, the high strung perfectionist. Also with them is Aria Montgomery, the free spirited artistic one of the group, and Hanna Marin, whom Eisa thinks of as nothing more than a wannabe. The five of them are sitting in Spencer's parents' barn, drinking from a singular red cup of mystery alcohol, loud music playing as a storm rages outside. Even though Eisa refuses to partake in the libations, she is equally as giggly and happy as her four friends. Suddenly the lights flicker and go out, leaving the five in complete darkness.
"Woah, what happened?"
"It must be the storm," Spencer replies as she stands to try and find a way to fix the problem.
The girls, sans Eisa, hear a noise and are immediately freaked out, assuming something must be out there. Of course Eisa also hears the noise, but it doesn't disturb her serene expression in the slightest. Aria, with a flashlight in hand, points out the obvious.
"Somethings out there."
The door to the barn creaks open slightly as Hanna whispers a panicked "Guys," causing all but Eisa to make their way as a pack towards the door. Eisa, instead, recognises the signs of a classic prank by their leader and her best friend since birth, Alison DiLaurentis, and pulls out her camera phone to catch a video of the looks on their faces.
"Gotcha!"
At Alison's sudden entrance from the dark of Spencer's back yard, the four terrified girls scream, causing both Eisa and Ali to laugh at their expense.
"That's so not funny Alison!"
Spencer, as per usual, is being a bit of a buzz kill, much to Eisa's chagrin.
"I thought it was hilarious, girls."
"I agree Ali, I even got it on video," Eisa shakes her phone in the air as evidence of that fact proudly.
"Of course you did, did you two plan that?" Aria seems a bit annoyed at the two girls, though not very much so, given she still laughs at the ground at the end of her question.
"No, I just know Ali well enough that she obviously wouldn't miss such a juicy opportunity for a good entrance," Eisa replies, the cup of alcohol in her hand immediately handed to Ali, who she knows will spike it with a sleeping pill Eisa had gotten for her. It is, after all, their master plan to sneak away from their slightly more childish friends for the night so they themselves can see their respective secret boyfriends.
From there, it's mostly just comfortable banter amongst the friends.
"Ali, did you download the new Beyonce?" Hanna asks, resulting in a disappointed yet good natured response from the blonde.
"Ugh, no, not yet."
"I'm loving her new video."
"Maybe a little too much, Em." Ali's snotty reply may not make sense to the majority of the group, but given Ali shares every secret she finds out with Eisa, she knows exactly where it comes from. Part of her, that is openly bisexual, wants to defend Emily, but the other part recognises that it's the only way Alison knows how to show her love for her closest friends. As the girls giggle, Ali hands off the now dosed cup. "Your turn Aria."
Aria takes a rather large gulp of the alcohol, making even Eisa raise a brow.
"Careful Aria, take too much and you'll tell us all your secrets." Spencer sasses as she takes a bite of a cookie Eisa had baked for their slumber party.
"Friends share secrets. That's what keeps us close," Ali practically lectures her friends on the subject, making sure to pretend to include Eisa, because as far as the other girls know, she's in the same boat as them. In a flash her serious tone is gone and the awkwardness building in the air dissipates. "Drink up."
The other girls continue to drink, not even noticing that Eisa and Ali never drink any. Soon, their drugged friends have passed out, and Eisa is too busy putting a jacket on to notice how anxious her best friend is, staring down at her phone.
"So I'll see you back here at, like, 1 am, before the girls wake up?"
"Mm hmm, yeah, sure," Ali's half-hearted response draws Eisa's attention.
"Hey, is everything ok? Your secret boyfriend isn't bailing on you is he?"
"No... No, everything's all good," Seeming to be all their again, a mischievous smile appears on Ali's face. "Any chance you'd tell me the identity of your mysterious older boyfriend?"
"Not unless you'd tell me yours."
"Not a chance in hell," The girls laugh, they knew this would be each others answers long before they asked the questions. They may know plenty of their friends secrets, but they knew better, their secrets were kept under lock and key.
From there, the girls separated, Ali to meet up with one of her many missions that nights, Eisa to circle the block in case Ali was still around, before returning to the DiLaurentis house. She texted someone on her phone, causing their front door to open and Jason to come out.
"Finally, babe, I thought you'd never make it."
"I just had to wait for the girls to fall asleep is all."
Eisa and Jason kiss passionately on the DiLaurentis porch, before parting. Jason drags her inside, tugging her all the way up to his room. There, the two engage in less than appropriate couplings, falling asleep soon after.
Meanwhile, in the barn, it hits around 1 am when Aria wakes the other two girls with her, which makes Hanna ask the obvious question.
"Where's Ali, Spencer, and Eisa?"
"We don't know," Aria makes her way to the barn door, where they were pranked by Ali earlier on in the night. When a shadowy figure starts to make their way towards her, she calls out. "Ali?"
"She's gone."
The dark figure speaks, revealing their identity. It's Spencer, trudging in from the dark.
"What do you mean she's gone?" Aria is in complete disbelief, that their leader could truly be missing.
"I've looked everywhere for her... I think I heard her scream."
"Wait, so, have you found Eisa?" Emily is the next to speak, hoping maybe the fiery redhead can be of help in locating their friend.
"I couldn't find her anywhere either. I'll try calling her," Spencer pulls out her phone to dial their friend, who answers after a moment.
"Spence? What's going on?"
"Eisa? Is Ali with you?"
"No, I'm with my... boyfriend, she said she was going to do something important why?"
"We can't find her anywhere. I think I heard her scream. Will you come back, please, and help us find her?"
"I, uh, sure, I'll swing by Ali's place on the way back, get Jason."
"Why?"
"He's her brother, dumb ass."
With that, Eisa hung up, anxiously getting dressed back in to her clothes, quietly running down stairs, her heels in her hands. Finally, she reaches the porch where she finds Jason passed out on a deck chair for some insane reason she doesn't bother thinking about, more important things being on her mind. She shakes him awake.
"Jason! Get up! Your sister is missing!"
"Wha- Babe, Eisa, slow down. What's going on."
"I'm already meant to be back with the girls, I was meeting Ali back at the Hastings barn at 1, it's a quarter past. The girls are worried, and so am I. Now come on, we have to go find her!" As she frantically explains, she's strapping her thick red heels back on.
"Ok, calm down, I'm sure everything's fine."
"Would you just trust me Jason? Ok? I have a really bad feeling about this."
She storms back to the barn to reunite with the girls, Jason following behind sluggishly.
"Spence! Have you tried calling her?"
"Eisa! Thank god! Where have you been? Yes, it's gone straight to voicemail six times," Spencer, who is weirdly wired for someone who was drugged to sleep, is equally as frantic as Eisa, as are the other girls.
"That's bad. She would never miss a call. She's fused to that phone. I was... Um... With my boyfriend, he's this older guy, like, illegal older, so no one can ever know I wasn't with you guys, ok?"
All of the girls nod at Eisa's quickly fabricated lie, not a single one questioning the validity of lying to the cops given Eisa's intense eye contact with each of them. The rest of the night is spent on the hunt for a sign of their missing friend, Jason tagging along, who seems not to care very much. When morning comes, they inform their parents, who in turn inform the police, and while search parties are formed, and interviews conducted, that is the last anyone ever hears from Alison DiLaurentis.