Re: [Evans & Peel: Jack & Holly]
Holly wasn't big on holidays. They weren't, like A Christmas Story Traumatic. No one had shot their eye out with a Red Ryder BB-Gun, and dad's leg-lamp hadn't gotten destroyed. Nothing like that, but holidays had never been good, either, not since his mom died. All those good memories felt very rearview to Holly, and not closer than they appeared at all. It was out of sight and, deliberately, out of mind, though he did appreciate Meatloaf's appropriation of gray letters on side-mirrors.
"Gold is how Pornhub does their currency. One gold equals one dollar. People pay in Gold, and Pornhub, like, deducts a percentage and gives you the rest. Pornhub is a pimp." He wasn't bothered by that. Pornhub, the name, drew in the audience and provided all the servers, so of course they were going to take a cut. But the reply about anonymous sex, that was what really interested Holly. Both elbows on the counter now, he turned his head and regarded Jack with unabashed curiosity in dark eyes. "What do you get from it? Did you do it when you were with someone, assuming you have been with someone. You're not a bad looking guy, so I'm assuming you have at least one relationship under your belt. Um..., is it better? Like, anonymously doing stuff, is it better than something in a relationship?" The questions were all slurred, but they came to Holly's mouth with lightning speed, if impeded by a few trips along the way. "Are you gay? Straight? Something in-between?"
"The Pornhub thing?" he asked, clarifying when Jack asked if he'd been doing it long. "Since I was fifteen. So...," Math. "Seven years. I lied about my age at first." Obviously.
He snorted when Jack deadpanned back about being terrified. Even wasted, he realized this guy wasn't terrified. "You think I'm a kid with a buzz," he said astutely. "You probably write me off that way, right? Like this is babysitting, but I'm not that young. Everyone says that, right? That they're not a kid, and saying it probably makes me sound more like a kid, but I'm the exception to the rule." He was in some ways, and he wasn't in others. "But the booze is good. Thank you, and I want to be wasted forever, which is an impossibility if I want to keep my liver, so, you know. A boy can dream."