Re: Frankie/Lyle - 9:30ish
It was hard to be sociable when you didn't say anything, especially since you couldn't tell someone you didn't talk anymore. Not that Lyle would have been able to explain it even if he were talking. It wasn't something he could explain that would make any sense to people, he just... couldn't. And Frankie looked really concerned right now, and he wanted to assure her he was okay, that she didn't need to look like that.
Giving her a brief, but bright grin, Lyle slid an arm around her waist, drawing her nearer and twirling her about in a full circle. See? He was fine, clearly. Anyone who could dance with such finesse had to be okay. Well, okay and a little drunk.