Re: [Evans & Peel: Jack & Holly]
Jack didn't know whether it was or it wasn't different, but it wasn't his assessment that mattered, was it? He wasn't the one with a convoluted sex life in this bar, but he understood the basic principle of porn well enough. It wasn't something he'd thought to do to make quick money at the age of fifteen, but the entrepreneurial spirit was sound. "Look but don't touch. Yes, that sounds like pornography."
Jack didn't feel somehow like they were taking a sojourn into his personal history without it being a fork in Holly's particular road. It wasn't anonymous sex, his set-up with the boy who wasn't from the world that had been left behind, but if he'd been tossed out of the world he knew and all the people he knew into a place where bloody everything was upside down, wouldn't he also feel like concentrating on anybody else's problem?
"It was an extremely unhappy relationship. We both rather liked the feeling of jealousy so we both did it," he said frankly, "Or of having sex without the work. I'm saying it's a pretty selfish satisfaction but it's a satisfaction all the same." He didn't know he was being consigned to sludge, but Jack had largely agreed with that assessment over the years. He was wryly amused by the need to slot a stranger into a social categorisation, and he nodded.
"Yes, I am." He hadn't actually been referring to the Twilight Zone aspects of the town as much as the nature of its people, all of whom were surprising at turns. "Please don't puke on my bar. Do your show, sober up, and I'll consider your advice under the shade of sobriety. Look after yourself," and Jack wondered if perhaps letting the kid drink had been a terrible idea.
"I'll ask how you are in the morning. Sleep it off, preferably solo. You'll find in this state you probably can't enjoy yourself much anyway." But words of wisdom, and Jack wasn't messy so much as comfortably sloshed. He saluted, and he let the boy go, with the faintest suggestion of sympathy.