Re: [Evans & Peel: Jack & Holly]
Holly was too blitzed to realize he was talking music with someone who didn't know the vernacular, but it didn't really matter. He liked the song, and it lent a cool kind of ambiance to the place that he could appreciate, even in his currently inebriated form. He thought about coming back here later, but it was like plans made in foam and forgotten once the foam melted away upon itself. Speaking of vernacular, he was busy being confused by Jack's. He could tell Jack was of the British persuasion, but he had never heard 'pig-ignorant' or 'a job lot' in small-town Repose. This was a place where people sounded American and drove dirty pickups with big wheels, and Holly was duly formed by this place, even in his hatred of it.
Why did he want to get wasted? Easy. The answer to that was easy and readily provided itself. Holly was wasted, and this was the only reason for any type of candor from him, but he didn't do things by halves, and he wasn't cognizant enough to measure his words for their pure Twilight Zone factor. "I'm from this other place, and that other place is gone, and now I'm here, right? And here there are people that look like they look over there, but they're not the same, and there's this guy. I won't say his name, because he's in the closet, but there's this guy, and over there he was an ass, and here I'm kinda crazy for him, but I kinda don't trust him and refuse to date him, right? So I'm kinda having sex with him for money, because that's transactional and not like getting involved."
All of that was offered with slur and a stage-whisper that carried fine over the music that made him think of his mother sweeping and singing along while she playfully swept at his toes. He took the offered drink after all that, because that was why he was here, and he drank, like, half-slowly. It burned, but not as much as what he'd been drinking at home. "This is a lot better than the stuff in the plastic jug," he declared.
"Why do you drink?" he asked. He knew why his dad did, and he knew why he was doing it tonight, but he hadn't surveyed other people, and so his pool wasn't, like, broad enough to offer any real enlightenment. He nodded about having asked for him at the bar. He had done that, yeah. He remembered. He wasn't that wasted.