Re: [Evans & Peel: Jack & Holly]
Jack hadn't done any of that - the marathon, the holidays, the sci-fi but he would, if he could, understand the sentiment. There was something horribly predictable about having the old stalwart holidays picked up, doused in whatever novel twist was kicking about and then put down again. Not that he was particularly sentimental about Christmas and that, never really having many of them to be sentimental about. But he could understand the feeling, and he smiled, a mixture of amusement and something like wisdom (even drunk).
"I quite understand," he said, pragmatically. But Holly looked at him as if he were assessing and Jack hadn't given any bloody thought to sex-work in actual fact. It seemed like an easy way to turn something he liked into something that was work. "What's Gold? I've obviously got options," he said now, the amusement brimming over. "And yes, I have. Not particularly recently, but it's something I've done. Why?"
He rather supposed that had to be the case, immune from insult or at least, inured. "Have you been doing it long?" Holly looked a bit young, but looks were deceiving, and Jack was hazy on the threshold between young and youth. But all right, his parents had been in love, and that was grand until it bloody wasn't and his father had turned into someone who leaned on booze rather than his son. Which was hypocritical, but Jack didn't give a shit. The cheekiness was visible, and Jack laughed easily.
"I was terrified," he said, equally deadpan. "You've cleared that right up. And most people don't order Glenfiddich. They go for something cheaper. As I said, I thought I'd introduce you to the top-shelf stuff. If it's your first time. Or your only, tomorrow will be vile." Said entirely too cheerfully.