Tiger was one funny motherfucker when he was drunk. He rambled, he made questionable decisions, and he was too loud and too random. Plus he said things that he probably didn't mean to say out loud.
"Wow," Lyle said, taken aback just a second. Tiger was getting pretty damn descriptive about what he was and wasn't willing to do with a guy. He was probably just spouting bullshit, and it didn't mean anything. And Lyle could have let it go, just left it. But that wasn't funny.
"No, Tigerlily, c'mon... don't go running off!" Lyle grinned, slipping an arm around Tiger's slender waist and drawing him close. "I wanna hear more about these hickeys and hand jobs in cars you're promising me!"