“So, not…”
“I haven’t slept with them, no,” she said.
“Oh,” Samara replied.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Dana asked.
“Who you’ve slept with?” Samara asked back before she turned away.
“No.” Dana laughed and took a sip of her own drink, chewing on a piece of ice for a second. “What you told me earlier.”
“Not really. I mean, I don’t need to unless you want to.”
“Up to you,” Dana replied.
“When didyouknow?” Samara asked, turning to her.
“Since high school, I guess, but I thought I might be gay for a minute when I had a massive crush on a girl in my class.”
“Yeah? What happened?”
“We…” Dana faded out, looking down at her cup.
“Oh,” Samara uttered. “You slept with her.”
“Yeah. She was my first, technically. It didn’t last, and then, I liked a guy my senior year, so it was confusing for a while, but I came out officially in college. Lainey is two years older, and she came out first, so when I saw how my parents handled her being gay, I figured they might not have a problem with me being bi, and they didn’t.”
“That’s great,” Samara replied.
“Yeah, it makes it a lot easier, that’s for sure. I’ve had a few boyfriends and a few girlfriends, but no one important for a while. What about you?”
“Just boyfriends for me so far.”
“Because of the job?”
“I guess. I don’t know. I figured it out and didn’t know how to go about it. I can’t just go to a bar like this in LA and hit on a woman without it being a big thing, and I didn’t think if I went to a bar and a women hit on me, it would be because she wanted anything more than a one-night stand she could brag to people about or sell photos or, heaven forbid, video the next day.”
“Yeah, I get that. Complicated,” Dana said and took along drink.
“You could say that,” Samara replied and finished hers.
“You drank that already? That’s, like, ninety percent alcohol,” Dana noted.
“I was thirsty,” Samara replied.
“Oh, that’s going to be a mistake later.” Dana laughed.
“Hey, this may sound kind of lame, but… I’ve never… danced with a woman in a gay bar before. Do you want–”
“To dance with you?”
“If not, that’s okay. I’m just–”
“No, it’s totally okay,” Dana said and downed the rest of her drink.
“Oh, that’ll be a mistake later,” Samara teased.
“I’ll get us both water in a minute.” Then, Dana looked around. “We’ll lose this table. Are you sure?”
