Re: [Evans & Peel: Jack & Holly]
Jack's 'vernacular', which he didn't think of as vernacular, strictly speaking given English was after all the bloody language, was very much of his place, thank you. Repose was small town American, and he was rather fond of it these days, with the pick-up trucks and the flags even if he loathed small-mindedness for the simple reason Jack had gravitated to a large, anonymous city when he was old enough to grow truly dissipated, and no one had cared. Which was just as well, given his lifestyle in the intervening years. He hadn't forgotten Repose burning down the newspaper and pissing on the carcass - metaphorically speaking - but he had an intern, who was young and female and could thus seduce adverts back into the paper.
And all right, he'd been wasted enough to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but in recent memory, and Jack's face was shockingly deadpan through the narrative of woe. And it was a narrative of woe, even if it wasn't quite as woeful as body switches or attempted murder from science facility people - which doubtless made no bloody difference at all to the woebegone boy on the chair. Who would doubtless take being told it was relatively less woeful in this town extremely poorly.
"That's quite the saga. Do you want to get back to wherever this place was?" He paused, to untangle the sentiments, "If he's an ass over there, does that make him one over here? I wouldn't suggest sex for money is especially uninvolved, regardless, particularly if you're," and Jack's voice was carefully schooled neutral, "Crazy for him."
He looked at the contents of the glass, which doubtless cost several times over what the plastic jug had. "Yes, I rather hope so. We don't sell anything in a plastic jug here." More deadpan.
Jack could have expected the question. He shifted on his seat, and he put his elbow down on the bar. "I'm an alcoholic," Jack said baldly, which was true. "And I give in to the inclination when it arises." Jack had a habit of becoming far more British when not completely sober, and the language was a give-away. "The inclination rose."