alison hendrix does not say the (cword) wrote in the100, @ 2016-04-16 20:13:00
storybrooke: ali, kit, +john WHO: Ali Wesson (Alison Hendrix), Kit White (Sirius Black), and John Wolfe (Remus Lupin) WHEN: Backdated to April 2 WHERE: The Kit/John/James household WHAT: Ali comes over to visit her brother because her husband Dean is being a shithead. She needs to stress-bake and get fucked up. WARNINGS: Ehh. There's gonna be pot in the brownies, oh no.
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"That asshole!"
Alison never swore in public, but she certainly could do it when she was riled up at home. She'd been texting her husband for the better part of an hour, trying to get a response after their fight, but she'd gotten nothing.
Maybe she should have gone home. It would've been smart to go home, but Dean was at home, and Dean was insisting that he didn't want her home. It was time for Daddy to hang out with the kids. Well, fine.
She went over to Kit's house instead, with a reusable grocery bag full of wine, more wine, and everything necessary to stress-bake brownies.
Brownies with some special ingredients, if she knew her brother.
"Dean can have the kids tonight, I don't even care. I'll come home when I feel like coming home."
John glanced up from his spot on the couch, where he'd been listening to his iPod with a pair of somewhat comically oversized headphones.
"Ali. Uh. Hi."
…
In his experience, it was best to let his sister get everything out of her system first. So, Kit leaned lazily against the counter in the kitchen and watched as Ali came in with the bags full of stuff and complained about Dean. (Dean. Kit might have been fonder of Dean if his marriage to Kit’s sister hadn’t resulted in winding Ali up another level. As it was, Kit couldn’t claim any particular fondness for his brother-in-law who was, in Kit’s expert opinion, always just a bit too intent on showing off his masculinity.)
“Ali, if you’re sleeping here, you know you’re going to end up on that couch,” Kit said, nodding toward where John was currently seated -- if only to remind Ali that she very much hated that couch, because, one, it was bad for her back, and two, she had seen some of the things that Kit had done on the couch to bring it to its current worn state.
...
"Ew. No. I'm not sleeping on your couch." Alison shook her head and bustled her way into the kitchen, setting the bag down on the counter and grabbing one of the bottles of wine. Moscato -- sweet, fizzy, and she was going to need a lot of it in order to get fucked up. "I'll just stay until I feel like going home. That way, Dean can't leave the kids alone and go out God knows where to go screw his boyfriend."
John glanced up again, eyebrows raised, and he slowly turned down the volume on his iPod.
…
“You’re going to scandalize John, Ali,” Kit teased, wiggling his eyebrows over at where John was seated on the couch. Although, to be fair, this was nothing that either John nor James hadn’t heard before. He was tempted to start billing all three of them as Ali’s therapists.
“Make sure you pour me a glass of that Moscato,” Kit said more seriously, nodding at the bottle of wine. There pretty much wasn’t anything he wouldn’t drink, and with Ali for a sister, he had become almost fond of the fruity drinks that she seemed to frequent.
...
Alison didn't pour him a glass. She just passed him a second bottle, because the first bottle was for herself.
"I mean, I like to think I'm an understanding wife. Most women would have filed for divorce for crap like this. Most women would have torn their families apart, or gone off and had an affair of their own, right?" She fumbled to open the bottle, her hands clumsy because of the stress. "I'm not tearing apart my family because Dean's decided he'd rather be with men. That's not anyone's fault, that's just the way things are, he didn't choose to be homosexual. But he is choosing to be a complete asshole."
…
Kit accepted the second bottle of wine without so much as a shrug. It wasn’t as if he was particularly unacquainted with just drinking straight from a bottle. He popped the cork to the Moscato and took a long drink as he listened to Ali continue on her tirade.
He suspected that nothing he was going to say was going to make any difference at this point, and it was probably better to just let Ali blow off the steam, although sometimes it was fun to get her even more pissed off at Dean.
In his opinion -- which few people really seemed to value -- it would have been worth it for Ali to just leave Dean. She thought she protecting her family through this noble sacrifice but the ramifications were going to leak into their children’s lives if they weren’t already.
“You want some chips, Al?” he asked instead.
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"I … yes, fine, I want some chips." Alison took a drink, then another, and then another, until she had to stop because the Moscato's fizz was stinging her nose. "You know what he's doing now? He's trying to make me think I'm crazy by telling me nothing's going on. I'm not stupid, and I'm definitely not crazy."
She started unloading the rest of her grocery bag: flour, sugar, eggs, cocoa, even a pan -- everything to make brownies from scratch because screw making it from a box.
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“You’re not crazy,” Kit repeated dutifully as he reached up to grab a bag of chips from on top of the fridge. He brought them over to where Ali was starting to unload her bag of ingredients. He took them in, able to sort out what she was planning to make.
“What kind of brownies are we making?” Kit asked with a shit-eating grin, leaning against the counter so that he could at her.
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Alison stopped her bustling to stare at him. "Medicinal ones."
John was quietly peeking into the kitchen. Ali was a force of nature when she was under stress, and she came in like an anal retentive whirlwind and shrilly ranted about everything that was bothering her. Honestly, she freaked him out a little bit, but at least if she was ranting about her husband she wasn't fussing over his health.
…
Kit snorted at her answer, which was oh-so-predictable, but he still enjoyed getting his tight-laced sister to fess up to the fact that she was over here to take advantage of the fact that he had easy access to weed.
It was helpful to have something to hold over her when she started going on about his degenerative lifestyle and pair of boyfriends.
“That’s my big sister,” Kit teased, leaning in to pinch her cheek.
…
Alison really didn't approve of Kit's relationship. Relationships? It wasn't that she didn't like James, or John. She liked both of them and thought they were both good influences on her little brother, particularly John, but she was a little weirded out by the fact that they were all grouped up together. She supposed that they were all consenting adults, and that was just fine, but she could barely get her own husband to pay attention to her. How did Kit keep up with two?
She started opening up packages, sighing irritably. "I should just stay out all night. What would he do, then? What if I just stayed out all the time? Maybe I'll have an affair, too. That'll really piss him off. Maybe I'll end up in a big lesbian orgy."
…
“Just let him know you were here with your deviant little brother,” Kit called over his shoulder as he retreated to the bedroom to get their ingredient of honor. “That’ll piss him off enough.”
He returned with enough green just for the brownies. He didn’t think Ali really wanted to know how much was in the apartment. He set the bag down beside the other packages.
“But I could also help you find a lesbian orgy if that’s what you really want,” Kit teased.
…
Alison made a face. "It's not," she said, shivering. She considered herself to be a full-fledged supporter of the gay and lesbian community, but she couldn't fathom the idea of just being in a big pile of naked women. What was she supposed to do with that?
"You know, this would all be easier if Dean just came out," she said. "It's not like I'm not being supportive. But he's sneaking around, he's lying... can't you two talk to him? Can't you three talk to him? Give him a pamphlet, or something?"
John made a face. "Ali, there are no pamphlets."
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“John,” Kit drawled. “You could make a pamphlet if you really wanted to.”
But really, he doubted that any of the three of them -- especially him -- talking to Dean was going to make any difference in the end.
“Ali,” he said a touch more gently, his tone also a little lower. “Even if Dean decided to admit that he likes men, how do you think that’s going to improve your marriage?” He did like to treat everything in life as if it was one big joke, but he cared a lot about his sisters. And if Allison would have let him, he would have kicked Dean’s ass for her.
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Alison leaned against the counter, taking a moment just to breathe. The stress got to her these days, the paranoia. "We'd be talking about it," she said. "I feel like I'm going crazy, when I know what's going on and he won't say anything. I know he's cheating on me. I know it's with a man. I know that, and I'm trying to just be open about it and it's not going anywhere."
She glanced at Kit, frowning. "Like, what am I supposed to do, here? I'm being as supportive as I can."
"Maybe he's just an asshole," said John mildly.
…
Personally, Kit didn’t think that was going to make much of a difference. Whether or not Dean was in touch with what was happening didn’t change the fact that he was still lying to Allison and cheating on her. He knew that a lot of people -- Allison included -- didn’t exactly approve of what he, John, and James got up to, but they were all incredibly honest and open with each other.
He was trying to figure out a way to say that -- when John piped up from the couch.
“Yeah,” Kit said, nodding. “Maybe he’s just an asshole.”
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Alison sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I know," she whined. "Ugh, I know." They were both right, even if she hated to admit it. They had a family. They had kids. Dean wasn't a bad father, not really, but he was a terrible husband.
"All right," she said, taking a moment to center herself. "We're not going to think about what we're going to do later. We're going to focus on the now. Who wants to get fucked up?"
…
That was probably the better plan. Kit could tell Ali until she was blue in the face that it was okay for her to leave Dean -- hell, John could probably join in, too -- but she just wasn’t ready right now. So, in the meantime they could help her cope. Aka, they could get fucked up.
“John wants to get fucked up!” Kit volunteered him brightly.
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"Then John can get up off his ass and help me bake, because I don't trust you in the kitchen," said Ali to her brother, giving him a little smile. It was a jab, sure, but it was said fondly. As upset as she was, she appreciated the fact that she could come over here for some kind of support.
John set his book down and climbed off the couch, tugging down his t-shirt as he made his way into the kitchen. "I will, grudgingly, get fucked up," he said, giving his boyfriend's sister an affectionate kiss on the cheek before grabbing a spatula. "Out of love and support for you, of course."
Kit got a kiss, too, but he got one on the mouth. "And you."
"All right, all right, you're stupid and in love, I get it," said Ali. "Both of you are helping me bake or you don't get a fucking thing."