Kinda Gay

On sister night, takeout and movies are the norms, but tonight the Danvers sisters have made homemade pizzas, Kara's covered in layers of varying meats. Even as Alex declares her sister's masterpiece disgusting, she snatches a piece of pepperoni off it, smiling at the indignation from Kara and the threatened hand slap. As Kara places the pizzas in the oven to bake, Alex pulls two beers from the fridge and pops the tops off. She hands one over to her little sister who has been unusually quiet this evening.

"What's on your mind?" Alex asks, her forearms pressed into the breakfast bar as she watches Kara.

"It's... It's nothing."

"Kara, it's not nothing. You haven't been this quiet since you heard about the Hubba Bubba challenge and tried to chew four entire packs of gum at once."

Kara slams her beer onto the breakfast bar with a bit too much gusto, foam erupting out of the bottle top and over her hand. "No, I did chew four entire packs of gum at once."

"Alright, alright." Alex laughs, grabbing a dish rag from the counter and tossing it over to her now moistened sister. "I still think something's on your mind. Want to talk about?"

"Sort of." She shakes her hand off before wiping it dry. "I just don't know how."

"You don't know how to talk to me? Kara," Alex reaches out, wrapping a hand over her sister's forearm, "you can tell me anything. You've got to know that."

"I do. I just don't know how to talk about this." She wipes the surface before tossing the rag into the sink. "I'm still trying to process it."

"Is it something bad?"

"Heh, heh." Kara takes a sip of her beer. "No. If it were, I could just put it behind me and forget about it."

"Then talk to me."

"Okay, but you have to promise to be supportive."

"When have I not been supportive?"

"Alex, you hated me for the first year that I lived with you guys. I literally heard you telling Eliza how much per pound it was the ship something and offering her your allowance for a year to mail me back."

"Oh for... I was fourteen! Just tell me already."

"Fine, but you asked for it." Kara scratches at the label of her beer with one nail, peeling a corner back. "You know how you got called into work last sister night?"

"Yeah, and?"

"Well, James and Winn came by and convinced me to go clubbing with them. We had fun."

"James said you ditched them."

"No, I uh... I... Well, I did something kinda gay."

Bottle to her lips, Alex stops and places it on the countertop. "Kara, that's offensive."

"What did I just say about being supportive?"

"I'm supportive of you but not slurs. I can say something is gay, but you can't. You get that having a gay sister doesn't give you a free pass, right?"

"I get that. It's like when people say they aren't racist because they have a black friend. That's not how it works."

Alex nods. "Exactly, so please don't call things gay."

"Yeah, but, Alex—"

"I know you hear me say it, but don't repeat it."

"Alex, I—"

"I'll try to avoid saying it around you," Alex says as she lifts the bottle to her lips.

"I had sex with a girl."