Lisa arrives at home, then goes to dinner.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Lisa's Punishment; ID#2127346 on 04-03-16 - 11:29pm

Lisa parked at home, her mind a whirl with thoughts on how her plan had gone wrong, and how close she'd gotten to getting in trouble. How dare Jolie plant that stupid file in her pocket, then call her out to the security guard! Where had she gotten that item anyway? They didn't allow bladed objects on the plane. People were paranoid nowadays.

Lisa turned off the car and got out, a small smirk gracing her features. At least she had had the last laugh by leaving them stranded in the airport, though with taxis around, they wouldn't be stuck for long.

She unlocked the front door to the house and made her way inside, then shut it again. Just as she had set her keys on the counter, her phone rang. It was Jolie, so she ignored it. She intending to rest after her botched plan to humiliate Jolie and her boyfriend and didn't feel like listening to her sister beg for her to come back and pick them up. Then, Jolie sent her a text message that put a smile on Lisa's face.

Jolie: "Hey sis. I was doing a lot of thinking, and honestly, I'm sorry for trying to get you in trouble today. Tell ya what, I'll treat to a night out at dinner and we can blow this whole thing by. If you agree, see you downtown, bye!"

Lisa was grinning, imagining the possibilities. There was no way she was going to let bygones be bygones. Not by a long shot.

Her sister wanted to play games, she'd play, but it would be Jolie that would get humiliated. There was no possible way that she would get the short end of the stick. Or was there? She stopped to think of the possible scenarios of that message. Perhaps the forgiveness was a ruse, and her sister was planning something? Nah, she was too dumb to think that far ahead, even if the nail-file was a spur-of-the-moment idea.

Racing up the steps, Lisa grabbed a quick shower, and got herself ready for a night out on the town. She slipped on her short black skirt, navy blouse, and a pair of panties just for good measure. Satisfied with her look, she clacked in her heels downstairs and got in her car before driving off. The restaurant Jolie had sent her the details for was not far from the airport, and it was obvious they were hungry after flying so long.

Finding a parking spot when she arrived, Lisa got out, locked the car, then headed into the restaurant. When she gave her name at the front desk, she could swear the maitre'd grimaced briefly before plastering on a smile and leading her to the table the other two were seated at.

Jolie, upon seeing her sister, winked at Graham, stood up from her side of the table and waited for Lisa to seat herself before sitting back down and scooting back in. Since it was booth seating, once Lisa was seated, she found herself caught between Jolie and Graham. If she had been paying more attention, not inwardly gloating on what she might do to Jolie, she would have realized her placement in the booth was planned. When Jolie sat down, she scooted in as much as she could to make sure Lisa had almost no wiggle room, then smiled at everyone around them.

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