Summary: Alison still has a hold on them.
Their grand reunion isn't exactly one for the history books. They get a lead, chase it down, and this time it's not a dead end. No one yells out "Alison?" like they did when she was supposed to be dead and blond curls and a red coat played tricks on their vision, no one has to be restrained from attacking her. They are all older, wearier, and know better.
(Whether the same can be said for Alison will remain to be seen. She comes back the same way she left, with a bang and under the cover of a stormy night. She always did like a good entrance.)
Alison is affronted they didn't understand all of her cryptic clues.
"We only 'saw' you when we were drugged, nearly unconscious, or hallucinating!'' Spencer looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel.
Alison shrugs smiles prettily. She still tilts her head the same. '' Ever heard of plausible deniability, Spence? Didn't I teach you anything?" And apparently that's that and she's sliding in between Aria and Emily like she never left, who are both too flummoxed to do anything but listen as she tells them about hiding out as Vivian in Paris, and Hanna, you would not believe the nightlife until even Spencer decides once she's caught Aria's eye they can yell at her later and grudgingly asks Ali where the hell did she get a plane. (I could hardly use my passport, Spencer. What did you guys do without me?)
A/N: I'm trying something new, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Title from Lana Del Ray's song Carmen.