She goes hunting.

She needs to go and get her younger self. She's given Younger Lisa a huge head start, who knows at what point she'll cross that line that made walking back seem so impossible.

She moans as she rises, her pussy and throat still sore from being forced full of Jake's cock. How stupid she was. Tonight made clear that no matter what she had done she could have crawled back to Jake, thrown herself on his mercy, and he would have taken her in, cleaned her up, corrected her. Jake's right, he was never the problem.

Quickly Lisa redresses, blouse all the way open, torn skirt tight. Her makeup is a mess, but she doesn't have the luxury of redoing it. Besides... all it well let people know is that she's a girl who took a hard fucking at both ends. Not the worst look for a seedy nightclub.

Before she heads back out she hits up what passes as her medicine cabinet. It's full of all sorts of crap, things she was already messing herself up with long before she really fucked herself up (she couldn't even remember how a girl so young got all this stuff, and it was her life), but here was what she was really after. The powerful sleeping pills she'd been using to shut her addled mind up and actually sleep every now and again. With these, she could spike her younger self's drink and carry her out, no-one should question what hopefully looked like one sister helping another.

With this in mind, she set out to the club.