Re: [Evans & Peel: Jack & Holly]
Holly stared at the man who was claiming the truth was out there, and Jack was saying it like he was weighing apples at the grocery store. He kinda thought Jack was crazy, and he wondered if it was all the drinking. Maybe that was normal here, but, to Holly, it was like saying the Easter Bunny was real, and he was way drunk and didn't hide his skepticism. Okay, so it was still offered in muted consideration on his regularly deadpan features, but he still thought it was weird. It was the kinda weird that came with people actually believing in Santa Claus. This wasn't normal for Holly, and maybe that massively showed, even in limited expression. "You're weird," was what he finally uttered, because what was the right answer? No clue. He was still trying to grasp what had occurred to him, and Travis was making it seem like some weird dream, but at least dreams made sense.
But he was talking about other versions of people and places, and he was discussing it as if it was an actual thing, but blame the booze for the inconsistency of thought. His reasoning was a train that kept switching tracks every few seconds, but he was entirely unaware of it. "I know he wants me. I'm saying I'm making it transactional. For me, it's business. You don't do sex work, huh? It's okay. Most people don't, but guys get hooked on one person, and all they want is that one person. It's how we make our money, by catching the big, obsessed fish." All of that was true, and Holly had caught on really quick back in high school. He'd managed to put away a lot of money, even while supporting his dad. All that was gone, but the functional approach remained the same.
He wasn't sure he bought that thing about not serving sloshed people. It was a bar. They only served sloshed people, right? This place didn't exist back home, but Holly had received plenty of calls from the Cat over the years, asking him to come walk his dad home. "The booze is good," he said of the Glenfiddich, "but saying I need education is kinda insulting," he said in his plain way, slur only slightly muddling the statement. "I don't get why you run a bar or drink if your dad sucked," Holly added, throwing even more candor on the fire, and he finished his second with a hint of wobble on that stool. "He was depressed when Mom died and he stayed depressed, which sounds like some kinda Lifetime movie, but that was how it went." Holly had massively needed his dad to get up and be a dad, but that never happened.