Re: Frankie/Lyle - 9:30ish
Well, it was certainly true that Frankie could talk for the both of them. And Lyle was okay with that. He liked chatty women, and Frankie had enough sunshine to light up a room. And best of all, hers was the sunshine that wouldn't make his skin crisp off his skeleton. Giving her a small nod, and a slightly bigger smile, Lyle twirled her again, hoping that if he kept dancing he could get her to keep smiling. And talking.
Twirling her around throughout the rest of the song, Lyle found himself actually enjoying himself, and not just quietly biding his time. It had been a long time since he'd had to properly dance. Peyton didn't do this kind of thing, she preferred clubs, which were fun but it wasn't like this. This was his element.
When the music changed again, starting up with another fast song, Lyle kissed Frankie's hands and gave her a small nod, heading over to the bar. More booze was needed.