May, 1987
"So, how is your night going so far?" Lindsay asked her brother. They were sitting at a table with their dates. Lindsay had been careful to sit next to Michael when the four of them sat down.
"Good," he said.
"Well, you look gorgeous."
"Thanks," he said, a little embarrassed.
"How do I look?" she asked. He laughed.
"Nice."
"You bastard," she teased.
"Is that like an inside joke or something?" Lisa said.
"Oh yeah, it's uh, it's just something we said earlier," Michael said, seeming to just remember that she was there. Lindsay smiled to herself. As bad as she knew it was, she was thoroughly enjoying distracting Michael every time Lisa tried to talk to him just to show her who he was really interested in.
"Hey, Lindsay, do you want to go dance?" Roger asked her.
"Not yet," she said, turning back to Michael.
"I love your dress, by the way," Lisa said to her before she could talk to Michael again.
"Thank you," Lindsay said. "Michael doesn't agree."
"What?" Michael said. "Oh yeah," he laughed embarrassedly. "I didn't mean that I didn't like it, I just…never mind."
"You just what?" she said flirtatiously. He laughed and shook his head.
"Let's go dance," Lisa said suddenly.
"What? Oh, okay," Michael said, getting up and following Lisa, who was already stalking away.
