Re: [Evans & Peel: Jack & Holly]
Even wasted, Holly was aware that he didn't want his perception shifted. His perception hadn't stopped spinning from the last shift, and he could only wonder what the hell else life had in store. Okay, so every 4th of July, he would stay up a full 24 hours for Syfy Axes Annual Twilight Zone Marathon. It was a thing, right? He prepared. Got drinks and snacks and a watch guide, and he re-read trivia about each episode as it played. He knew every episode backward and forward, and he loved every minute of that marathon. Which was to say, Holly was into weird stuff, but he'd kinda never expected to end up in an episode. It was like that episode where the couple ended up in the tiny, miniature town, right? They couldn't make sense of anything either. "I think I just became anti-holidays," he said plainly, if slurred.
He looked over at Jack. Holly had brown, kinda fathomless eyes, and he looked at Jack with a plain, kinda practical look. "They tend to like younger guys for cam work, but you could maybe have an audience," he conceded. "I think maybe don't expect to make bank, though. There really is like an age thing. The 18-year-old twinks make really good Gold." He'd been that guy once. It was harder to keep up that kind of following as you got older. "It's all business," he added. "Sure. Um..., have you ever had anonymous sex?" he asked, because now Jack was just, like, an encyclopedia for curiosities not yet asked. "Like, do you like that kind of thing?"
Last call in the States was 2 a.m., but you could keep drinking for two hours, as long as the glasses were filled by 2 am. Holly knew all the drinking rules. He was a pro, and he'd always known when it was time for the call from the bar to come. "I'm not insulted. Just curious. Trust me, you don't get insulted easily in my line of work." That was just a fact. People on the internet were brutal, and baring your ass for them sometimes came with more slurs than compliments. "Dad loved Mom, yeah. She was great." Holly had been old enough when she died to remember shadows of her, and those shadows were all kinda perfect. He knew she wasn't perfect, but that was hard to think about, especially when his dad had venerated her for Holly's entire lifetime. "I was okay. Thanks for being worried though." He gave Jack a cheeky smile, deadpan, but cheeky, hand on his chin now and elbow on the counter. His drink was almost empty. "You don't water down? How do you make money?"