Re: [Evans & Peel: Jack & Holly]
Holly would have made the salient point that he didn't actually have a sex life. Okay, he'd had hatesex once in a dirty motel for money that he then subsequently returned, but he wasn't sure that could be considered a sex life. He kinda associated sex, like, real sex, with warm mornings and dates of a ridiculous nature, and this was transactional. Okay, even if he was buzzed enough, after that second drink, to accept the fact that there was something going on beyond an exchange of skin for cash, he still wouldn't call it a sex life. One time did not a sex life make. "Right, yeah, well, most people would call porn things where people fuck each other, right? It's just me on the cam, so we just call that cam work."
The anonymous sex question was absolutely in relation to Holly's own experience, but not in the way Jack thought. But the information was useful, and Holly awaited it with interest on normally uninterested features. "So, you cheated to make each other jealous, and making each other jealous made it hot again." He considered that for a few seconds. "Okay, so that's just like what I was thinking about things getting boring, right? Like, things got boring, and you guys spiced it up by sleeping around. Past tense, right? Of course past tense. How could that not be past tense?" He wondered if relationships were maybe kinda nonfunctional concepts in general, which he'd considered in the past, but, god, he was just too much of a romantic to linger on that thought too long.
Holly had only started this episode of Twilight Zone. Rod Serling hadn't even finished his spiel yet, so Holly didn't know just what kinda messed up he was in store for. It was all black and white, and he knew this wasn't an alien episode, but that was about as far as he'd gotten in his viewing. Hence, the gender-preference response was taken at face value.
He was standing now, and, okay, maybe he'd forgotten they were done talking, but we'll blame that on a temporary lack of clarity. "Come by the record store. One on the house," he offered, because it was the least he could do. Jack saluted, and Holly laughed, like, a real laugh, and he saluted in return. "Later, Sir."
And, hand back at his side, he set about making the Mount Everest-seeming climb up the stairs. Maybe he would skate. He suspected Noah would laugh and fall down copiously, but the thought was bright-blip there, gone, and Jack and the bar were left behind in favor of the only slightly sobering night air.